Winter Solstice

The frigid breeze bellows through youYour tattered jacket torn
Walking up and down
Back and forth
All around

Lost among the urban decay of old Silk City

Where sheets cloak the windows

and the copper pipes were long ago extracted like gold

While snowflakes encrust the sidewalk

You search to forget your identity
A search you are trying so desperately to end

and still you never will

Crowds off Broadway, on Auburn

Foaming from the mouth like raging pit bulls

Peddling a pact of blood with the devil
So many bought, so many sold

You sell your soul for a high price daily
Yet how you vow to one day escape the fodder

and make recompense to the Father

Though each day you trudge back into the cold
To hustle up a few more dollars
So that you can pay the devil his due.

Snow falls in the winter wasteland

Hell hath frozen over
Down in old Silk City

Where deception is a tangible being

and even children lose their soul

You'll die among the broken dreams, and the broken homes

Swallowed up by old Silk City

where the bickering masses take to the streets

Snarling like ravenous wolves
Each one fighting another
Plotting on a new way to give the devil his due.