a dense, unpleasant warmth
the humid air hangs heavily
in this godforsaken nekropolis
and forlorn buildings rise
against the cavernous skies
like sharp fangs inside a critters mouth
so many doors
leading into this cage
the districts are glowing
in a faint revolting red
its contours shimmering before the eye
the city’s built on several layers
of dust and bones and brickwork
it was meant to last eternally
so many doors
leading into this cage
I roam the crowded places of this city
constantly in search of honest people
hollow eyes behind insincere faces
the inner world’s eclipsing the outside
and with the approaching fall of night
I loose myself in narrow alleyways
unknown constellations shining above
– cave-painted stars and stalagtites
I feel like I’m to blame
can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching me
and when I turn around
to find the stalker, it is always me
in hiding places
always on the run
I feel like I’m to blame
can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching me
and when I turn around
to find the hunter, it is always me
the sharp smell of embalming fluids stings inside my nose
the countless times I’ve been awakening inside these halls
doors leading to nowhere – inviting me to disappear
I’m neither hungry nor thirsty, only estranged and in fear
the city is a maze and I try to avoid its gaze
days are becoming indistinct in this staggering daze
I watch me from a distance
hide myself from my sight
a mirrored specter
that is always on the run
I reach the city walls
as death embraces me
and every time
the journey ends where it begun
so many doors
leading into this cage
but not a single one
leading outside