winter comes
the city settles
seasons change
i feel it breathe
exhaling steam
polluted kettle
whats concrete outside
within seethes

the cars
aloof
they sleep on sleet
shored ocean bile foams
observing shadows
always greeting
while in their dark i roam

then years from now
the sun ascends
lights roads for us
and answers
whilst my eyes singe
i can pretend
that this town wasn't handsome