On the sidewalks the demons scream
and knock down all the iron walls.
These spoken commands make the streets
wet with blood.
The crimson red seeps down
into the city drains
and the mouths drink from fountains of hate.
The daily news is burnt away
while mistakes are ashes
underneath the chilling laughter.
The world tears away
from the ignorance of their broken lips
but the blood still stains the sidewalks
from the war they created.
Crimson red is welded to the pipes
of their lungs.
They breathe in.
They breathe out,
Exhausting the tangles of their insides.
But the crimson red silences their voices
and covers any hope for redemption.
The darkness sweeps over
the heart of the city
as fear and ice
turn the whole world to black.