At dawn the cars all crawl like slugsCommuters queue cluthing coffee cupsWith grey faces tied to places they despiseTheir eyes forced to gaze at the c..
I long to sit in the cold church at dawnWhile this bus coughs and crawls around the city I adore-With an unrequited love- I am the very peak of anonym..
Darkness spreads accross the skyLike a flock of crows before the stormI stare out at the cityFrom you attic window, tornBetween getting myself outOr j..