Vivacious complications cloak the city,
Smothering its lights, voice, and heart.
Only the nocturnes thrive in the dark,
While flowers shrivel in the absent sunshine.
Broken-down women walk the streets.

Wishing.

           Hoping.

                      Searching.

Visions of manical destruction
Fill these minds, which once before
Only thought of shapeless clouds.

Quivering dreams of vivid black crouch in corners.
Innocence aides insanity in creeping into
Windows left foolishly unlocked.
A small child skips hand in hand with disaster,
Singing a lullaby to the light of the moon.

Needing.

           Clinging.

                       Ending.