along the allys and backstreets,
through dark hallways,
and urine scented stair wells,
amid the musk and muck of living,
there exsist the underground in my mind.

a dark abode,yet lighted.
flickering candle light,
the gathering place of dark souls,
united.
a band of persons of the night,
dancing,singing songs of despire.

and the music they dance to,
the music has no sound.
it is the very feel of the darkness,
the cords of the night,
ripped,sung loud in lust.
a longing satisfied with forbidden seed.
in my mind,
in the underground in my mind.