City Of Broken Dreams

Consumed by stuttered drabbbness
In the city of broken dreams
Merge with the utter hapless
Become unravelled at the seams

In stride with worn and pitiful
Fictitious pairs of shoes
Holes swallow my indifference
Tattoo inks me “Born to Lose”

I wander in the humdrum
Contemplating city schemes
It’s a wrongful plague on pilgrims
This damn state of broken dreams

City says that it’s seen plenty
I would say I’m barely seen
As the crow flies four and twenty
I walk the streets of broken dreams

Christ can’t save this wretched Sodom
Christ can’t hear in-sin-seared pleas
Christ can’t win ‘cause in the end
We’d all just kill the man again

The city sun has burned to blackout
I burn candles in my head
This city leaves no room for doubting
That true love is truly dead

Street signs suggest subtle suicide
Alleyways form hostile spaces
Misplaced names and withdrawn faces
End of ropes and no more aces

Apathetic streetlights mock me
Illuminate my story well
Spawned from Angel and his Mentor
Just before the angel fell

City splendor fades so quickly
Once my future, now my past
Dreams that promise dreams can come true
Turn to dreams that never last

Beneath the broken neon moonlight
Scream the silent walking dead
Harken cries of desperation
Harken hopelessness ahead

Stumble down the rain soaked cobble
In the city of broken dreams
Vanish all of my tomorrows
Vanish all the pretty things.