Skyscrapers

The body is like an armour

Protecting, sealing of the pain

Creating the illusion of safety

The city is just the same

Building on an illusion

Of safe spaces

Small islands in a sea of

Brutality and poor desperate brutes

Trying to survive or at least

Get a fix before the end game

The mix of decay and refinement

This city,

A city of the future, city of the past

Has all those qualities and

Lack of qualities

While the eternal judge,

The sea slowly breaking

It down to rubble and

Fairytales