Cesspool

The darkness fell on the midnight hour,
A taste in the air that lingered sour.
An alley marred deep with the signs of grime.
A street left broken by the shards of crime.
Windows lay shattered as the lives within,
A soulless shudder as the night sets in.

A barrel lays empty in a shuddered grip,
A body lays fallen in a pathway’s slip,
With crimson water running down it’s chest.
The smoke dancing upwards as though in jest.
Yet no siren is heading in order to aid,
None brave as yet, to in this cesspool wade.

A city left haunted by it’s evil side,
The darkness it holds, it cannot hide.
But remember as always the things of distaste,
As though hard to believe these creatures of waste,
Are alone tonight, alone with the shadow,
Their hearts and their minds, Lost, long ago.