As I fell through concrete skylines
In a rush of reflected glass,
The beat slipped from my heart’s drum
And split on the pavement to shards.
I watched it before my landing
And felt the hungry city sing
As it gained a new pulse to chime to,
The water’s so cold beneath bridges
And the current’s too strong for regrets.
Once decisions are made for the plummet,
The only direction is death.
A girl was waiting at Southwark,
Was rapping my beat on her chest.
One of a thousand pieces
Spat into her palm where she pressed
It deep inside her own heart-line –
Until then unbroken with hurt-
And I felt her beat echo my hollow
As I lay on the bank in the dirt.
With my face coated in city scum,
Ends of revelry caught in my hair,
I peeled myself from the flotsam
And staggered my way up shore-stairs.
The sound ricocheted through the tunnel,
Like a taunt propelling its pain,
She stood at the end, I the other,
Her eyes full of hunt and the game.
The restless city within me
Was a mess of spasming light.
Like swarming insects with blood-lust
That feed on those lost to the night.
With a flick of her wrist I was falling,
In a haze of sickening scenes.
Her laughing filled every atom
And The City strained at the seams.
As the cracks opened with the descending,
Sounds leaked out from the core;
Pounds of hearts soaked in
Hearts broken and aching - at war
With their own lack of loving
And the lack of the city to love.
I could feel my hollow chest throbbing
And longing a beat to my blood.
The sound rose from inside me
From pavement and river and bridge.
It shifted the stagnant pools gathering
In my veins, now yearning to live.
And the water reflected the sunlight
Below Southwark where I found her dead.
I pushed it out with the tide-flow,
It sunk with a heart made of lead.
The City continues spin
And the bridges continue to call,
But my own beat kept its own time
As the bodies continue to fall.