Hello.

Sin City

Glassy lights

Isn't this pretty?

Oh the insanity

That is tumorous in my brain

Craving the attention

Leaking out the poison

Sharpening my blades

Reducing the noises

We aren't here to gamble

with the plastic and currency

Sedating you with this evil

Transparently

I'm a killer

Dying in my head

The voices in my mind

Are killing the sanity

All that is left

of my meager existence

To socialize

with humanity

Dirty and rotten

Weighted are these

That

I'm presenting you

with the truth

So please

leave

Postal

Send a postcard

to the white room

Instead

Sin City

isn't a city

but the world

in my head