A fleeting thought
a cold, lonely night
a voice will echo through
vacuous urban canyons
the forsaken seek the sacred whores
no place to be
no one to be
with
drift like vampires in the darkness -
a cold, lonely night
a voice will echo through
vacuous urban canyons
the forsaken seek the sacred whores
no place to be
no one to be
with
drift like vampires in the darkness -
Christmas eve in the city
©2008 Michael Shelby
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