Sprawl in the City of Sorrow

Dread threads of razor wire Weave through the fabric of days And the twilight lamplight’s caustic quiet Scours your mind like a lathe In this district, this weighted precinct Your debts know where your head lays The streets teem with your weaknesses In alleys lurk your worst mistakes You dwell inside your pain Flee, prisoner, flee From those cursed moments’ internment Shed your yoke; quit your burden Run free, run free Seek the speaking winds Where knived peaks benight the trees By their blast be washed clean Hear your howling past fall silent The world is wider than you know Tarry not in the city of sorrow Find where the sprawl runs thin