Sin City Poem by King Midas

When he walks out through his door
All his thoughts become impure
As for his desires he's not sure
And he wallows in self pity

All the tragedy he's endured
Can never conquer the allure
As he strolls and talks a tour
Down the paths of Sin City

He's depleted and defeated
And feels somewhat incompleted
He wants something but doesn't need it
And he's lustful to the core

He feels dirty and he's pleading
For his insides to stop bleeding
Today he will be meeting
All the people he abhors

He's shallow and waiting for
The one's heart whom he tore
He has it all but he wants more
And Nothing left is pretty

And now he's on the corner trying to score
Everything is such a bore
A man once rich; now is poor
All because he lives in Sin City