When you see the sign,
you'd want to cross the road.
No one soon knows why
urban decay takes hold
There is never silence;
the cars and the machines,
the traffic outside at night,
the flickers of another scene
Take a shortcut down
where the people once lived.
Now replaced with black smoke-
still feel like a lost little kid
And if they realised
the irony of it all,
then maybe it wouldn't be
so much as disgraceful
Babies always cry,
not just when I'm outside.
As the sun goes down,
you can hear their whines.
A place with cars, traffic, decay.
There is never silence.
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