The city’s breath, it’s chilling your bones!
Dim lit windows, like vacant eyes,
Nightfall screaming, a chilling rise.
Streetlights flicker, shadows creep,
An asphalt soul, buried deep.
Taste night night, it’s chilling your bones.
Fingers tremble, cold as stone,
The city’s breath, it’s chilling your bones!
Streetlights flicker, a sickly gleam,
An urban heart, a broken dream.
No fiery roar, but whispers’ snare,
You’re in its grip, cold despair.
Taste night night, it’s chilling your bones.
Fingers tremble, cold as stone,
The city’s breath, it’s chilling your bones!
Chilling your bones.
A thrill, then gone –
A ghost in the stone.
Whispered… unknown.
Photo credit: Kirill Moiseev
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