I look out across the dingy city.
Towers loom over the filthy streets,
the roads, broken take you nowhere,
and the street signs, blank give no direction.
The shear sound of guns firing pierce through the semi quite night.
Sirens blaring constant now,
as red and blue lights dance.
Old apartment buildings seem broken,
their rusted windows, shattered glass, and crumbling bricks shiver in the cold.
Dilapidated warehouses home to ice addicts,
and peace in nowhere to be found.

I look up at the vacant sky.
No stars sleep above me.
No moon shines.
The blackness only stares,
beckoning.

I look at the violence.
the blood stains on the sidewalks
the bullet holes in the bricks
the wanted posters holding barren faces.

I look out past the somber city,
past the barren sky,
past the violence,
and there I leer at peace blazing in the darkness.
Calling my name.