Bad City

Don't get lost in the Bad City, where the fear takes a hold.
For the shadows creep on brick stone walls and the air is grimy and cold.
Any part of this forsaken city is the bad part of town.
And someone is out to get you; you're being hunted down.
Footsteps follow you around every corner and you cannot get out.
Your senses flood with paranoia as you restrain a desperate shout.
Now trapped in the alley, your hope wears thin.
An omen of pain, the darkness creeps in.
Don't go into the Bad City, but if you do, do not go alone,
For if you get lost, you may never come home.