Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Eradicate

Blasting furnaces spout fumes into a stagnant air about me. People look around and yet they do not see me. I cry and yet they come back and torment me. I die and yet they won't think to find me.

Grating wheels turning rubbish onto craters on the road before me. People look at me but they don't really see me. If I lie they can't tell becasue they don't want to know me. I die and yet they won't admit to know me.

Lack of fire. Lack of sparks. Falling apart.