Hell’s City

Watching, waiting, anticipating,

dreary and drab,

the people dust off dried tears

from their suits of depression.

Wandering eyes glimpse,

sights of sinful crimes,

but wait; a smile! Suspended upon that face,

it didn’t last a while; gone from this dreadful place…

Gone; without a trace.

Fading, waning, draining,

the people are puppets,

shifted only by unholy intentions,

their actions pending on strings of wicked suspension.

Exuding malice,

Lies lacerating their already torn skin,

they feed off the sorrow they farm, reaping sadness,

wishing you well yet causing you harm…

their faces; blank madness.

Turning their heads to shift the blame,

they repeat their evil all the same,

giving demonic black wings to a tiny white lie,

they open their mouths and salvation will die.