Like a shadow, you fade into the background.
As each new brighter flame comes along, the darker you become.
In this drama of shadows and light, you are lost.
You think no one sees you.
You are used to being unnoticed.
Each room you enter, you play the game of how many people will take notice.
It is a game you always lose.
Like a shadow, you fade into the background.
As each new brighter flame comes along, the darker you become.
In this drama of shadows and light, you are lost.
But, now found.
I see you.
Yet, you do not see me.
For to me, you are the flame.
And I, just another shadow.
So the drama continues.
This city is our salvation.
This city is our prison.
This city is our home.
This city is our salvation.
This city is our prison.
This city is our home.
She awakens early,
the Violence that greets so many,
with open arms and bared teeth.
As does her sister,
Hope,
the force that keeps our despair at bay.
Keeps Death from using our own hands.
Beyond these walls lies uncertainty.
Here at least,
we know our fate.
This city is my home,
it is my heaven,
it is my hell.
If I were to die, my body would be added to the foundation of which more suffering will happen.
If I were to die, my soul would never be able to reach the highest sky.
Like a stationary cloud,
I would be stuck gazing down,
as everyday,
more come to join me in my vigil.
This city is your home,
and it will be your grave.
Alexander J Hernandez 