I read in the dark shadows of my home
Raindrops crashing on my window
These novels paint pictures of gilded worlds
Yet the cracks in this urban milieu
They yell me a different story
The nighttime surrounds me like black ceremonial robes
As the city plays chess with my heart
The darkness is in communion with me
As my instincts scream at me in the process
Shall I step in the next access
My poor heart now possess
As I ride on this nightmare
Like a cab ride to hell
