I settled to go on a journey today
With only my wallet, a lighter and spoon
I still carried weight as I got on the way
To my destination, the city of doom
Soon I could see it - a hideous sight
Old neon lights that were swallowed by gloom
Seeking the market I followed their light
Until I got deeper and lost in its womb
From inside its bowels, I heard sellers cry
The market stood right where my destiny loomed
I felt it calling me and I complied
I entered its belly - and was consumed
“Come to me when you have lost hope
I sell clean razors, fine needles and rope
A weapon of choice, one bullet for you
What else could you need in the city of doom?”
“No, come to me, I‘ve got beautiful things
Bouquets and candles and mourning rings
Look at these flowers to place in the yard
You just need more colors when life falls apart”
“Look at my arms, all covered in veins,
Perfect for digging deep holes for remains.
Before you need flowers, you will need a hole
To bury a body, but also your soul.”
“Thank you dear fellas, your kindness is nice
But everything in this town has its price
My only purpose is finding a room
To start a new life, but to die far too soon”
I found a home in delusion and lies
In the vortex of pleasure and stench of perfume
Where no one says hello and still there’s goodbyes
When tomorrows are lost in the City of Doom
I lived two lives in the haze of the moon
But years crept by like flies on the walls
I sold my virtue for a trip and a tomb
Then slipped into silence when destiny called
With only my wallet, a lighter and spoon
I still carried weight as I got on the way
To my destination, the city of doom
Soon I could see it - a hideous sight
Old neon lights that were swallowed by gloom
Seeking the market I followed their light
Until I got deeper and lost in its womb
From inside its bowels, I heard sellers cry
The market stood right where my destiny loomed
I felt it calling me and I complied
I entered its belly - and was consumed
“Come to me when you have lost hope
I sell clean razors, fine needles and rope
A weapon of choice, one bullet for you
What else could you need in the city of doom?”
“No, come to me, I‘ve got beautiful things
Bouquets and candles and mourning rings
Look at these flowers to place in the yard
You just need more colors when life falls apart”
“Look at my arms, all covered in veins,
Perfect for digging deep holes for remains.
Before you need flowers, you will need a hole
To bury a body, but also your soul.”
“Thank you dear fellas, your kindness is nice
But everything in this town has its price
My only purpose is finding a room
To start a new life, but to die far too soon”
I found a home in delusion and lies
In the vortex of pleasure and stench of perfume
Where no one says hello and still there’s goodbyes
When tomorrows are lost in the City of Doom
I lived two lives in the haze of the moon
But years crept by like flies on the walls
I sold my virtue for a trip and a tomb
Then slipped into silence when destiny called
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