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