Chandelier Cities

"Cold breeze rustling
throu' transparent buildings;
a prime bat tryna soaring
throu' vanilla sky,
sun-baked trees crave to
get seasonal...
as since offbeat seasons keep passing on by.
The day's now ended
somewhere else it's 'bout to start
every morn has somethin' to be written...
... 'pon the black-parchment of night, blizzard.
Streets gone full of noises;
roads buzzed with horns
someone lusting so someone dying...
... every morn & night, the faith mourns.
Redlight streets stuffed with wickedness
wicked spirits stand the pain, aye
eh the brisk air rustled throu' chandelier cities
& naiveté keep flyin' by everyone's life."