Shattred diamonds

Heavy breathing near the mic, the metallic clink of a Zippo lighter cutting the silence.
A distant siren wails, fading into the hum of a V8 engine.
Cracked asphalt tells stories, the rain tries to wash away.
Yellow tape, flapping against the chain link, smoke rings rising toward the flickering street lamp.
Cold chrome resting heavy under the leather jacket.
Don't ask questions when the sirens echo down the block.
Neon signs buzzing like angry hornets.
A handful of crumpled bills passed in the alleyway shadow.
The corner has eyes and they never sleep.
Concrete jungle breathing heavy in the dark.
Screams traded for silver in the park.
The bass rattling the windows of the empty stores.
Survival is the only law behind these doors.
My puddles reflecting the flashing red and blues.
Rubber burning on the intersection.
Iron taste in the mouth, tension hanging thick.
Gears grinding while we chase the ghost of yesterday.
Shattered glass shining like diamonds in the gutter.
The city is a beast with an open jaw.
Footsteps echoing off the brick walls.
Concrete jungle breathing heavy in the dark.
Screams traded for silver in the park.
The bass rattling the windows of the empty stores.
Survival is the only law behind these doors.
The engine cutting off.
On a car door slam shut.
Total silence descending on the block.
We will be back and we will take our revenge.