God Bless Your Gutters

The city at night is a beautiful thing
The lost people outside
Food vendors smoking
Businessmen on their way home
All like ants, not seeing themselves or their pain
Isolation is a gift
People are like hamsters on a wheel
Watching them like ants
Counting sheep when it's late
It helps me forget
At times I felt like I'd lost my mind
It was hallowed, sickening, hopeless
Exhilarating, beautiful, the hero of hopelessness that remainеd
It helps me forget
Thе tears in my eyes