High white ways
Shattered by rain
Pale dead walls

Nerves pushed in pain
Red light faced
Mirrors of the dead

People in the archways
Eyes full of lead


Always closing down myself
Lower sights and never see
Worlds of noise and worlds of light

Expecting not to be
Not close enough for you
To hear a breath or steal a sigh

But just close enough for me
To take a step and pass you by