Grey City
 

Oh grey city, built on melancholy
Blanketed in smog, tucked beneath the shadows of the Rockies
I've traversed a thousand miles, but your stagnancy still claws at me
Thought i shed your skin, but i still embody all your imperfected qualities
Always made me feel dwarfed staring at the big city lights in Denver
I hastened from the belittling but couldn't hide forever
Still drowning in your decay, still every night i fight the pressure
But it's like my birthright, a reminder I'll never get my life together
You've swallowed so many in your sinful afflictions and addictive fixes
Were we all born under a bad moon or is their a system to how you pick your victims?
The Thought I'm most terrified with is what if my parents vices
Birthed me into an unfair fight and warranted the fact I'll never find where paradise is..
The dark cloud lingering above that makes me feel like i lose when I'm winnin'
The filter I've been cursed with mass producing these blue-tinted visions
When i absconded from those city limits i thought that was the ending
Now I'm convinced you'd accompany me to the edge of any dimension
To the very brink of existence, waiting for the most fated of kisses
Your weighted persistence is relentless, you've shaped me so oblong
And cemented the fact that no matter where i go it won't make any difference

Your imagery is stupid good man...That dark cloud line is dope, multies are tight as fuck imo.I never knew stagnancy was a word lol, obv I know stagnant but yeah learn sumthin' every day as they say...

Now I'm convinced you'd accompany me to the edge of any dimension
To the very brink of existence, waiting for the most fated of kisses
Your weighted persistence is relentless, you've shaped me so oblong
And cemented the fact that no matter where i go it won't make any difference

^^Thought your closer was niceeeee fam.

Good ass shit my friend, Stay uppity.

Loved this.

Like Exis said the imagery is crazy in this. I really like how everything you do seems to have a double meaning. To me this was about growing up in a big, heartless city. Cement. Cold. Faceless. Thankless. But on the other hand it was a metaphor for depression. How we can't shed the skin we were born with. Nature vs. Nurture, It can be looked at in both ways. I might be looking too deep into your posts but I really feel like I'm not...

You're def on to something here. I'm looking forward to reading more from you.