Yo,My brain pains from the sirens,
blood stains mark the violence,
the darkness is full of tyrants,
street lights are dim,oxygen is thin,
fiends awake-red-eyed,
dealers bake cake,
smokers getting high,
plus the occasional drunk,
from the grotesque scene-it seems my thoughts have sunk,
into the bottle of dirty crystal,
coz my outer shell is grimey,
if you dont believe me,then try me,
the crystal is my dome,
coz i got jewels that sparkle,
this is just one of many tomes,
running endlessly through the midnight on my own.