Death Is A City

Summer in its mellowness leaves,
Behind all trace in a fleeting kiss.
The lost sun leaves untouched,
People tired, blue and cold, who
Cannot break the ice of friendship.
Darkness its shadows hide,
Their desire to take and get.
But perverted flesh yields no fruit,
Plucked green only embitters,
prolonging today's pain tomorrow.
Drunk parents no consolation are,
For wasted life, frustrated youth.
Who live unfeeling, unsharing
Dead amongst, the living whose,
Pain tomorrow will be masked,
In a sea of warm wine.
Masked terror salts emotions, and
Becomes hell in disguise.
Living a life in tomorrow's lies.