Urban Decay

On the wall, a story's told
In black and red, so stark and bold
A city's pulse, raw and unbound
Graffiti screams without a sound

Urban decay, a tale of our times
SALE signs flash, but no one buys
The writing's on the wall, a fate defined
In this concrete jungle, dreams unwind

Parked cars line the silent street
While shadows dance with restless feet
A business fades, its colors bleed
As spray paint drips like tears unseen

Brick by brick, the city sighs
Tagged with names that no one tries
To understand or recognize
A canvas for the world's disguise

The message clear, yet hard to read
A cry for change, a desperate plea
But in this urban symphony
The walls still whisper endlessly

Urban decay, a tale of our times
Graffiti speaks while the city grinds
A story etched in black and red
On concrete pages, a life unfed