Talia Shade

City buzz under moonlit haze. Motorbike hum, weaving through the maze. Lanterns flicker, shadows stay ablaze. The ghosts of the past dance in today's gaze. Rubber trees whisper secrets in Malay. Street stall steam, dreams sautéed on the tray. Eyes sharp, cutting through the smoky spray. The night eats silence, predators at play. Clan shadow Creeping in the slot. Bassline drips where the secrets Flow. Clan shadow Whispers you don't know. Underneath the glow, The spirit shows. Shophouse facades peeling like old paint. Prayers in the air carried by a saint. Incense curling, a message faint. Fears in the breeze, but no complaints. My steps echo, pavement feels alive. Tales of survival, stories contrive. A rhythm of life where ghosts still thrive. In the heart of the night, I arrive. Mozart weaves a heartbeat that won't quit. Time drips slow, can't outrun it. Neon signs blink, signaling the split. Reality bends, spirits transmit.