Kian Shade

City hum whispers, shadows on the creep. Pavement crack veins where the darkness seep. Draco sky spit thunder in the heat. Street kings plotting venom in the beat. Moon drips slow, haze clogs the lung. Echoes in the alley where the devil's tongue sung. Cobra coils tight, gold teeth among. Fangs flash quick, the game just begun. High bass thumps, heartbeats in the air. Smoke screen thick, nobody plays fair. Currency cold, deals inked in despair. Underneath the palms, dreams turn to a snare. Neon lights flicker, tales untold. Blood on the curb, secrets unfold. Clock strikes twelve, stories grow bold, Bold. In the land of heat, the night feels Cold. Steel nerves grip, the dice roll slow. Breath held tight under twilight's glow. Fate spins cruel, no telling where it'll go. Chained to the rhythm of the undertow. High bass thumps, heartbeats in the air. Smoke screen thick, nobody plays fair. Currency cold, deals inked in despair. Underneath the palms, dreams turn to a snare.