I look out my room,
I see the dark final storm.
I hear the crying , people running around.
Getting away from the doom.

The black rain falls,
And the acid floods the ground.
In a city that never sleeps,
For once the dead silence is too loud.

The black rain rises.
And there is nothing i can do.
It took days for the water to finally wash out.
For me to see what the city has come to.

The city seems dead,
like a ghost town and you can feel death walking past.
Collecting souls in my dreams.
Finally the end of a lot has come too fast.