Any Given Friday

ANY GIVEN FRIDAY 

Every Friday, the streets blaze awake,

Crimson neon spits sparks, asphalt quakes,

A jagged edge where you teeter, then vanish like smoke.  

Words drown in the roar, swallowed by grime,

They crane their necks when my voice cuts the slime,

But tonight, my lungs rebel,

Choked on stale refrains I loathe.  

Trapped in this snarl of electric veins,

A heart could splinter where the shadows reign,

I’m clawing for doorways, every nerve screaming flight,

This chaos grips nothing,

Would you clutch me tight?  

The script’s etched in rust, a relentless snare,

Jackals in silk hiss fame’s gilded glare,

Ripping pearls from the muck with their greedy stares,

I’m no trophy to claim.  

Trapped in this snarl of electric veins,

A heart could splinter where the shadows reign,

I’m clawing for doorways, every nerve screaming flight,

This chaos grips nothing,

Would you clutch me tight?  

Screaming, someone drag me from this void that gnaws my bones,

Am I ash already?

Screaming, someone drag me from this void, this ravenous pull,

Fading to cinders.  

No—  

Throb of the grid ignites the air,

A heart could dissolve in the night’s wild stare,

I’m scraping the fringes, lungs raw with the run,

This storm holds no mercy,