your life.

my city burns like fire,
heedless of its dangers
heedless of the troubles
that it causes.

it is a trouble,
my city.
it is killing me,
and it does not need a reason.

this universe is bigger
than the stars,
and it's eating
all your souls.

there will be nothing left,
nothing left of skyscrapers
or towers, or long metal bridges,
when i'm through with it.

does it open its heart
to anyone?
or is it cold,
like steel?
it turns us all to stone
with just one look,
one glance.

this is real,
this is cold.
it is killing me,
at the same moment
it is dying itself.