City of Humid Dreams

A new year and a fresh start with a rotten heart, but your core outshines your skin...
A plastic smile a wounded hand, your weapons of choice in this epic rerun...
Trust not the truth , for even it can hide behind a poisonous dispostion mocking you with reason and doubt...
Where do you turn when all the streets are closed and you lost the key to your cardboard shelter....
Drunks and thieves, vixens and beggers all the same when the curtains close.....
A bloody knife in the alleyway and the loss of innocence perfume the dank air....
It's another night in the city of humid dreams...