hellstreets and cityspell

I should just sleep 
On days like this
The city a huddle 
Of heat sinks
Of light radiating
Dark
The city a death 
Aimed at the lives
Within 
The sun a far cry
Screaming hell in the air 
I should sleep through 
Days like this 
Not mad dog it 
A noonday demon 
A dust devil 
Riding rays of dark light 
Each building a tomb
Each man and woman 
A corpse 
The streets all run into 
A sea of discord
The city a gun
Trained on itself 
Days like this 
I should not limp
Another broken man
Thin and lost 
Searching for nothing 
And to nothing returning 
Stuck in a nightmare 
Restless 
Awake 
The city a fist 
My face burned away 
The sun 
And the tombs 
And all 
The women and men 
Who are burned too 
Only our shadows 
And funerary portraits 
To show us 
Where we are
In this whiteout blackhole 
City hell city spell 
We are woven into 
And we should all 
Be asleep 
Until all of this 
Goes away 
Leaving only cobwebs 
Only dewy dawn 
Only quiet music 
And no light 
To drag us out 
Into hellstreets and cityspell