City of Age, City of Decay

Footsteps cloaked in musty silence

You inhale the mold of ancient dreams

Dry lips emit no word, no whisper

Though your mind is wracked with screams.

Aging spires loom high in the darkness

At angles too monstrous to comprehend

Rust in the air, rust in your bones

There's no release and you can't pretend.

Sightless in the Alley of Shadow

You perceive by senses beyond the pale

Strung from lamp-less posts, the corpses

That forevermore shall tell no tales.

They have not mouths, nor ears, nor eyes

Not blood nor sex, these withered shells

Drained of conscious thought, you join them

Welcome to your personal hell.