I live in a Dark City.
One with windows frosted over.
The pupilless eyes of those damned in Limbo gaze into my very being.
The terror cast by the barren streets is lilliputian when compared to each
edifice lining the pavement.
In this city, time is measureless; it is always night.
Night; a time when the imaginations horrors are exaserbated
The phantoms march these streets unseen, only heard.
Their Chorus, sung sullenly, in a low tone.

"I still feel the fire deep inside;
it's burning brighter every day.
We scorn a raised fist and our pride.
I sway to the beat of our decay,
the horsemen on their way.

Here in and of the dark, our city, it's streets and walls
Here we live, we are, inside our homes and malls"

In a crescent line, the departed are followed in turn by their loved ones left to live.
Following in their march, and soonafter in chorus.

"I walk across the dead train yard,
remembering who we are
I look inside and in my heart,
we're never far apart.

Here in and of the dark, our city, it's streets and walls
Here we live, we are, inside our homes and malls"

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This city will not appear on any map.
It a city in my mind.
This is a vexed city; dwelling within all our minds.
It is where the dead may live.
Where the living may be reconnected to their past.
It is the reason you second-guess yourself.
It is the place where good can't exist without evil.
Love without hate.
Life without death.
Peace, without chaos.

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I am trapped within my mind. I dream without sleep.
In this city, terrors, possible and otherwise distort my reality.
Look behind my eyes, find my hell.

This is my Dark City;
Here I live.

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I once walked along a field, another nightmare in my mind
there I beheld the fearful symmetry.
Everything was beautiful, even things that were dead,
when I surged with violent imagery.

A new chorus echoes.

"We come to honor; to stand or die.
To pass the hours of our lives.
We burn the silence, and all the lies.
To fuel the fire, inside our eyes."

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