• The city beats with a million hearts
    its pulse sounding by a billion footsteps
    each beat more unsteady than the last
    this city is walking in wait
    for a purpose, a destination
    but alongside that city walks a friend
    who it can't see in the shadows
    a guardian angel, a dreadful curse
    and the only thing keeping it alive
    I am this city, I am this pulse
    the beat that will not ease
    I am the buildings, the birds, the people
    who walk so fast without aim
    I am the angel who does not guard
    this city from itself
    I am the angel without a god
    only this metropoloitan shell

    -The Black Symphony