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City Streets
Clocks are strange at work for they move so slow
Time crawls by like an ancient withered sloth
The minutes pass as the sun goes down low
My long-awaited breaks seem eons off
It's almost ten; time for me to depart
I watch the seconds slowly melt away
Swarms of gaunt workers bleeding out their hearts
I punch my card and breach the grim archway
This somber city is ill-lit at night
These streets that I used to roam are now dead
This cold, slain town corrupted with foul blight
What once was cobblestone is now asphalt
The faces I see prowling I know not
Uncharted horrors that will haunt my soul forever
How I live with myself is the question
To survive one must always stay clever
I continue the swift walk to my home
I see a smiling face
A welcome sight amongst the steel and chrome
In the end, I was right
He pounced on me like a savage animal
Teeth ripping into my flesh
I told you this place was filled with monsters
Especially the ones you never expect
Our bodies will line the streets
A testament to our lifeless lives
Insects among the groundwork
Forever in death as in life
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