This oddly shaped borough, brings me down.
Strange beings, and peculiar clowns.
Rummaging through an empty town,
alive at night, daylight, never to be found.
Not only is it this town that makes me frown,
asphyxiation hunts me throughout.
Every street corner and every roundabout,
as well as every motorway on my way out.

Is it the smoke stunned air,
or my occupied state of mind.
I can’t help but hold my breath
whenever I am outside.
Locked in a chokehold,
with every eye I meet.
There’s words in a glance, ...