the flies, fat overfed black
swarms that seems to cover
every inch of the foul smelling
building with puddles of blood
and water baking in the noon
time sun mercilessly glaring
down over the city of shadows

the bells toll sickly from the
soot stained cathedral once a
symbol of purity now an accurate
representation of the corrupted
heart of a creature that only
knows how to take constantly
consuming the swarm of humans

the stench of death permeates
every worn brick and cobblestone
a sense of hopelessness crushing
every broken soul wandering
the crime ridden streets ever
closer to the dead center of this
deviant home to suffer and woe