This was originally posted over at Thy Demons Be Scribblin.
On The Dark Side of the Street
I wander through this labyrinth of rusted steel and broken concrete
aimlessly seeking shelter from the shadows and decay
that stalks my every step like the hounds of an urban Hell.
Ashen clouds smother the sun
casting a dismal twilight on every street
Where I cannot find even a single soul to greet.
Asphalt cratered like the moon under my feet
the pungent stench of the waterfront washing over me.
Giants of industrial might left to succumb to the ravages of rust
towers tumbling from the murky heavens
as if even the Gods have turned a blind eye to this perpetual dark side of the street.
Curious creatures cowering in cobwebbed corners.
Something older then man and beyond my mortal comprehension.
Their hideous howls chill my bones to the marrow
as I scurry through this maze of ruined streets that seem to narrow
amongst the ruins that teeter on the precipice of madness.
The click-clack of their talons
upon the asphalt and cobble
fill my soul full of fright as I stumble through this eternal nightmare
the blistering breath of the curious creatures on my neck
their jagged teeth gnashing at my heels
the inhumane gaze of their bulbous eyes.
Their talons tear through my flesh like bayonets
scraping bone and slicing sinew
screams erupt from my bloody lips
as I descend into an endless spiral of agony and madness.