What a wreck of a town
With buildings so tall and deep.
Some painted over cracks,
Others ragged with chipped paint.
Broken windows and locked doors.
Dead grass lawns out-front
With bodies buried underneath.
Bursting with the all the stories it contains,
Its empty roads lie to the visitors.
“You don’t belong here in this ghost town”.
“No one belongs here,” said the stonewalls as well.
They leave, they all leave.
Oh, what a treachery!
The concrete fence gets stronger
With the crumbling structures inside
In the land deserted for miles.
Maybe someday I'll save this wreck of a town that I am.
