Whispering Voices…

london

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Walking through the city…
Reinventing who I am…

The perfect opportunity…
To become a different man…

Wandering through shadows…
Where no one even cares…

Just who or what I am…
They are totally unaware…

Of all the sins I carry…
The heavy cross I bear…

As nobody ever notices…
Nor hears the whispered prayer…

It’s a place of total freedom…
For the weird, the wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…
But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…
For all sinners and their ghosts…

Who walk through life’s falling rain…
But never follow the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…
And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…
Or make any cold sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…
And covers up all your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…
Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…
Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…
For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…
And reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…
To become a different man…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “West End Girls” By The Pet Shop Boys

“Too many shadows, whispering voices”…

london

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Walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

A perfect opportunity…

To be a different man…

Wandering through shadows…

No one even cares…

Who or what I am…

They are totally unaware…

Of the sins I carry…

And the cross I bear…

Nobody ever notices…

No fucker really cares…

It’s a place of total freedom…

For the weird and wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…

But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…

For the sinners and the ghosts…

Walking through life’s falling rain…

Never following the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…

And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…

Or make any sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…

And covers up your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…

Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…

Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…

For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…

To become a different man…

~

“Everybody here seems to be sleepwalking”…

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Sat in the half light,
surveying the city…

Invisible to all,
yet searching for pity…

For someone to notice,
or give me a sign…

That I exist and
that I am “FINE”

As I look around,
watching damaged souls…

All bitter and twisted,
all growing old…

Eyes looking down,
shoulders hunched…

As the fists of life,
have repeatedly punched…

Each individual,
square on the chin…

Extracting the fun,
removing the grin…

That once appeared,
upon their faces…

Before the Devil,
tied up their laces…

Playing his tricks,
weakening each mind…

Opened up to suggestion,
distractions to find…

And tarnishing them,
beyond all repair…

Leaving hearts and souls,
in deep dark despair…

Sleepwalking an Earth,
that’s constantly revolving…

Never looking up and
never ever evolving…

As each day passes,
edging closer to death…

Our final moments and
our final breath…

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Amazing photo by http://suemcgilveray.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/london-millenium-bridge-monochrome.html