The Chemicals of a Concrete Jungle

Through the many years of drifting and seeking. Finding a door that leads towards a moment of peace, a moment of acceptance or a moment of solace. Only finding the silhouette of your demons looking back at you, as you find yourself in your mirrors.

You find yourself in silence and naked; you find yourself.

Drowning in the chemicals of a concrete jungle, without a hand to push you deeper nor a hand to give you a breath from the ever sinking quicksilver.

Any emotion will do. Let it be hatred, loathing and humiliation. Let it be the depths of loneliness; let it be anything.

Yet you find yourself drowning,

In the chemicals of a concrete jungle.

Yet you feel smile cross your frozen face,

Never alone. With a friend. With the darkness that becomes you.

Without blood red of a human’s mark; only the chemicals.

The curse of a concrete jungle. Yes. It does become you.