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UnderCity
It's so loud
The noise
Screeching through your mind
Painfully so
The screams of a dying race
A forgotten city
Little monsters in your mind
Waking you up to the real world
Like a little red pill
You see it now
Fae hawking there wares on street corners
Dying of iron
Trolls under the bridge
You know the UnderCity now
And it nows you
Every wayward bloodsucker
Every renegade wolf
Knows you
Some might wish it back to the way it was
Some might think of asylum
But not you
The world is so much darker now
And so much better
The noise
Screeching through your mind
Painfully so
The screams of a dying race
A forgotten city
Little monsters in your mind
Waking you up to the real world
Like a little red pill
You see it now
Fae hawking there wares on street corners
Dying of iron
Trolls under the bridge
You know the UnderCity now
And it nows you
Every wayward bloodsucker
Every renegade wolf
Knows you
Some might wish it back to the way it was
Some might think of asylum
But not you
The world is so much darker now
And so much better
Published 23rd Dec 2014
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23rd Dec 2014 9:25pm
You've got a compact, dark mythology going here, Hear. A small but very fierce population. Great job.
23rd Dec 2014 11:07pm
24th Dec 2014 1:04am
24th Dec 2014 5:48pm
Sometimes embracing the darkness helps us deal with the dark reality of it.
