Cloaked in the mist, Kuala Lumpur's breath.
Night so sharp, it could cut through death.
Streetlights drip neon blood on the tar.
Silhouettes move, shadows drive stolen cars.
Rain hit the pavement, a rhythm so cursed.
Hunger in my chest, but it's deeper than thirst.
Corners whisper secret languages in the cracks.
Faces blur, memories fade to black.
Slow it down, let the bassline crawl.
Hear the dark, feel the echoes fall.
Shadows dance where the city talks.
Sleepy, Malaysia's fate, secrets buried deep.
Whispers in Bahasa, tales they weave.
Snake charmers slither tricks up their sleeves.
Gold teeth glint in the devil's grin.
Gambling futures, but the house always wins.
Lanterns flicker, red ghosts in the air.
Lost souls haunt the monsoons' despair.
Footsteps echo, alleyways choke.
Time burns slower than a clove of smoke.
Rain kissed the ground, a funeral hymn.
Fate flips coins, the edge always slim.
In this labyrinth, no exit signs.
Only shadows trading borrowed time.