Travel Log #3 (Toxic City)

[Jake]

To the city I onced loved that dwells within the fog, I'm coming home
Once I arrive, its heavy atmosphere well draw me closer
Driving on one of many highways, there's traffic every hour
The tallest billboards that matches every skycrapper, its telling me something
Its past ruins is being buried, making way for a future that stands tall
once the sun sets, its other personality emergies

a portray of a photographer life was being exhibit at the great hall, i saw his face
it had an emptyness
realating his emptyness with my pain
I recall my hatered of this city
feeling used...
broken-
being passed around until they are sick of me but...
its better to burry my saddness
I walked away in search for what this city has to offer
lay my heart to rest

[Moushka]

I can kind of relate