Narci-Cities

Is it loneliness or freedom? Only time will tell. Heartaches are a small price to pay, for a one way ticket out of hell. Some say just to walk it off, Others beg to differ- Run away, as fast as you can, before the darkness becomes even thicker. From that toxic wasteland love resort, or worse, the triad time share- There's no rest for hearts and souls like yours, to continue staying there. Where every day you are awakened by the alarms of misery, And wallow through a grueling day of self loathing and pits of self pity. Only to fall asleep- Alone and cold, in that sad city. It's a state of constant chaos, governed by "Penny" men- Where you'll look them in the eyes and listen to their lies, Before they flip their sides again. Two faced and worthless, scattered on the streets where bad luck and misfortune pass through those who bend down, picking them up, they sweep your feet. Knocking you from the heavens and down into their pit, where they'll scold you like an old hound dog, and in your face, they'll spit. You'll spiral into darkness from their reckless neglect, leaving the happy home within your soul, derelict. But if you choose to get away, and you are offered a golden ticket- Undoubtedly, without hesitation