Echoes in the Abyss

Shadows creep where the sun don’t reach,

Concrete sermons, the streets still preach.

Dreams buried under tenement dust,

Ashes to ashes, iron turns to rust.

Broken bottles reflect fractured skies,

Hope whispers soft, but despair amplifies.

Echoes in the abyss, voices lost in the mist,

Gripping onto a wish, reality’s cold fist.

Spinning, spinning, the world don't sit still,

Echoes in the abyss, the void's got its fill.

Time moves sideways, clock hands limp,

Life’s a long novel with a torn-out blimp.

Faces hollow, eyes carved from stone,

Crowds around me, yet I’m alone.

The city breathes smoke, exhales regret,

Past debts linger, future ain't set.

Down in the depths, where the light don't bend,

Start at the bottom, can’t see the end.

Footsteps silent, each step feels louder,

Walls of my mind, a crumbling tower.

Echoes in the abyss, voices lost in the mist,

Gripping onto a wish, reality’s cold fist.

Spinning, spinning, the world don't sit still,

Echoes in the abyss, the void's got its fill.