the city(unfinished)

A Poem by EdFutinski

i feel the nomadic spirit
wandering on the mirrors of a skyscraper
pain in others eye's but the stomach is full of worms
i see nothing when you are blind
the billboards,ultimate bible
the city hates me as much
as i hate it,kind of a magic love,of course not
the music is drown in the subway,where people piss
human-like-monkey,it's me
assassinated before the crowd
in average it's a 7 day per week hell
they've got my horse
it's locked in an account
damn you,ones that slaves the others
salvation is creation,it's splashed in the brain
if i could get a consultant
to open a this can,find a frog that stays a frog,
unemployed in corny fairy tales
it's the city,the big serial killer,the matrix of a common soul
where are the gods when you need them,
w****s of the masses