There's a veiny, contaminated sky,
Coagulated blood pummels and rains atop the residents.

The subway never comes though it serves no purpose,
Any remnants of passengers are already forbidden.

Local "cleaners" are complaining about their jobs near the steps,
"Teeth sure hurts a lot more when it comes from the velum."

Another person is lighting a cigarette,
People wonder how they've got a new pair of lungs.

The empty diner's employees said they ran out of lamb,
Someone found a pile of bodies behind their den.

The fog is threatening to choke the buildings,
Only the sewers can give shelter from those above.

Plenty of the streetlights have gone missing once again,
They always come back in different colors.

Telephone pole knots challenge tenants with their glare,
Nothing left to voice their thoughts, only discolored concrete.

A blasting mess of jumbled drones fill their mouths,
Rusted barbed wiring gives it flavor.

  Hardly any life near the edge,
There is a net on top in case of any saving throws.