It's hazy.
Cloudy, dark, blue and black
The night makes the city a shack
Hazed so thick the moon is hidden
What's the use if the stars are forbidden
Showers and rumbles
And the snow on the side crumbles
quite, empty and dead
the city was watered, still unfed
The eyes and brain are conspirators big time,
They show and see of their own will.
But it is one that is smart and fine,
that reads between the lines
to realize it's the city what I feel.
Lifelessly-green and colourfully-dull
Like an abandoned paradise castle
burnt and withered
It makes no sense, even in this unjust world.
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