Fading Away

It’s Sunday night and I’m walking the streets of the most beautiful city in the world.
On the streets cigarette butts crushed into the crevices of cracked pavements.
Decay feels normal to these unpaved streets.
The roads are filled with neglected buildings,
And people with shattered dreams.
I lie here in her arms like a little child,
I’m supposed to feel safe.
I’m supposed to feel something, anything.
But, I feel nothing, nothing at all.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: