Wednesday, 27 February 2008
I saw the city from afar,
Burning from within; a self-important star.
The glowing lights dazzled my eyes,
Filling my head with decorative lies.
It was a dream I chased to no avail;
All along they knew I'd fail -
Because the City of Lights only enchants,
But never administers entrance
To a world of gold and glory,
It's just another fictional story.
Behind the glitz and glamour,
And the lips that stammer,
Is a city of a thousand corpses and graves;
Their blood and sweat paves
The road for the rich and wealthy;
Here indifference is healthy.
Dead End Poet