I am a child of blood
Of bloody hands
Of bloody skies
I walk through streets that flow with it
A golden metropolis undergirded by the red goo.
The skyscrapers are a gild;
the lights a facade
Even the sun
is fake.
Fabricated
This is a place of darkness
A place so cold
it could freeze the warmest hearts
I am child to avarice
To gluttony
To falsity
I was raised on a concoction
But nothing so glamorous is real
Nothing premeditated
stays.
There’s a moment where it
Hits
An ember sparked to an
Explosion
Collision
Understanding
Of this sanguinary history
It leaves a bitter taste in the mouth
To think of what created me
and where I’m trapped
I am a child of tyranny
I am a child of deceit;
of smoke and mirrors
I am a child of chaos.
