Scenic Depression

Please speak of light,

Cause I've already heard of darkness

And marched with carcasses of the night,

Please be so sweet,

Cause I've already tasted death

With its nasty flesh and

Un-freshness of the street,

Please be so pretty,

Cause I've already had my share

Of ugly stares and guttered scares

Of the city,

Please bring me paradise,

I've already been spotted and robbed

By chaotic mobs

Of slobs and parasites

By Marlon Rodgers