The city of Joy is now a City of ghosts
apparitions live here.
an angel with broken wings hangs at the square,
and silence screams out with lewd tales of horror..
lecherous smiles on people's dead faces mock those who died,
and those who did not.
Passion rules green,
and love has left its abode-
and the dreams of a faded brown past
still haunts my empty head.
And a hushed silence laughs sadly
upon my lost voice,
upon a dead corpse of what I knew as my betrothed.
The city of Joy.. and now a City of Ghosts..I Live on though,
through the two maxims of controversy!
And the soul purges itself... every night,
and renenters the malicious world next morning.. to drain itself in an endless blood bath,
and again.. at nightfall..chastising myself,
the City of Joy is now a City of Ghosts !
