Never Come Here

The name of my town alone, will send a chill down your spine.

For, there is no other town quite like mine.

There is no hope, or support from the community.

Here there is nothing but pain, just another bad memory.

Sounds of screams, and gun fire all around.

Nothing but empty beer bottles and trash littering the ground.

Countless murders and acts of violence gave us our name.

The residents here, look at life, as if it’s a game.

No outsiders are welcome, that is their motto.

If they happen to wander in anyway, they will be followed.

By the gang members and trouble makers, that cause nothing but pain.

The outsiders wallet, car, and perhaps even their life, will be their gain.

This place is like a cycle for which there is no end.

Following in their parents footsteps, either dead or in prison.

For, here there is no remorse, no feelings of guilt.

That’s the rules, on which this place was built.

The fear of others, is what keep this place alive.

Drug sales and robberies, is how it survives.

Here there are no jobs, no place to be employed.

Every business to try, has always been destroyed.

For, the residents here don’t desire anything more.

Misery and grief, is all they live for.

Every nightmare, stabbing, every person dead.

This place gets stronger with every tear that is shed.

If you hear my town’s name, then it may be too late.

For, that will mean, you have already entered the gate.

Crossed over from your world, into mine.

If so, then you are already out of time.

For, like monsters, they can smell when a outsider is near.

If you value your life, then never come here.