Blue Stain

The heart of this city
is painted with sadness.
We breathe in despair
and a numb sort of madness

which writhes in our veins,
and screams, and cries,
bleeding deeper and deeper.
We've poison in our eyes.

We blink to find black
and shrieking ghosts of the past.
We watch our worlds die
because nothing can last,

and our thoughts are falling
in this blue city's streets,
rotting away while
each broken heart beats

to the pounding of drums
in our twisting minds,
of scarlet-scarred wars
and the peace we can't find

after the raging storms
and the turbulent times,
the silent calls on the walls
screaming vengeance for crimes

in the echoing ache
of our collective pain,
trapped in this city's
mad blue stain.