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The City
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Supernatural/Killers In the vacant heart of the city
Where the dead ones sleep
And the bats sing a silent lament
Where the gnawing maggots creep
The back streets are graveyards
Assasins sharpen their blades
The hanging tree creaks and groans
Zombies prepare their raids
Abandoned syringes lay like head stones
Liquid seeping into the ground
Disease plastered to the needle tip
Whenever they are found
The air reeks of heroin and perfume
Scantily clad figures loom in alleys
From the rent boys to hookers
In this forgotten valley
I like the last line
"In this forgotten valley"
It's sad in a strange way... Love the poem all together though.