It's never bright here, even with lamps

How can you light the heart of darkness?

My body's warmth is sapped

And cold and fear my constant companions

I know my every move is known

And daily whispers determine my fate

What imaginary crime have I escaped today?

Though sometimes I think death would be kinder

Than rotting here, devoid of hope

Or love

Or joy

It knows my innermost thoughts, this city

And feeds upon my human essence, so

That every day my soul evaporates

'Til I don't know whether I had one

In the first place.

I can only smoke my lousy cigarettes

And wrap my useless coat around me

But I'll soon be like the others...

Gone.

It won't be long now...