The city's other side.

Sunset,
Then the darkness pours on
Vapour breath exhales
The night lights echo circles in the dense fog
Streets seem desolate,
Opposed to the day to day stream
Traffic,
Common and well to do folk,
Departed like dust in a breeze,
Meer memories
Emerging from corners
A new society,
Wrapped in grunge,
Heavy thick attire
Their eyebrows glisten and gleam
All different,
But searching the same
A nervous craving for the music high
Where the city's beats rule the underground.
A place where the lost seem found