Five Cent City

I keep finding you here
Hiding from consciousness
Unsure if this is your hell or my utopia
But we stand together among the hopeless hordes
On the second floor of this crumbling buildings skeletal remains
Peering past where a front wall once stood
Separating miles of ruin from the eyes of the bodies leaning lethargically against graffiti laced walls
I've made my kingdom here
My throne atop mountainous mounds of technicolor rubble emerging from clouds of concrete dust
Kicked up by stuttering steps
There is a three city block gauntlet of wasteland between here and any signs of life
No halogen eyes reflect off stop signs
Feral cats patrol where cops won't
Cloudy Pyrex tubes find their graves between cracks in uneven sidewalks
Alongside cigarette filters in kidney failure hues
Been left for dead again
Nothing left
So I will love every pothole on every filthy fucking street
They are mine
I will take them over you
Every fucking time