RAINY NIGHT IN GOMORRA

Dark sky red with light from burning street-lamps
Like an alien-scape in a sci-fi magazine
Looking out the window it seems so strange
Stars don't exist in the encapsulated city

Rain starts to fall like crocodile tears
Used to be angels but I think it was a lie
Streets slick wet like shiny black glass
Can't see the lines, or were they really there before

Could be out there with all the other lost souls
Running ragged in this trickledown world
I pull my midnight comforter higher
And I'm placid as an astronaut in spacewalk...alone