The Cityscape of a Storm

In my city
it's always grey
I can't see the distance
it's covered by clouds,
by smog and smoke
horizon's out of sight
from the sea and cars
and fires rising
No here, it never lets up
It never lets up at all

but where you are
it's always sunny
the crisp desert air
so dry it hurts eyes,
throats and souls
but no matter where we are
the storm is coming

Be it rain, snow or sand
it'll still sear the skin from my bones
with a thousand pinprick cuts
the storm tears me up inside
it's welling up
and overflowing
a cup running over
blood everywhere
streams colored red
snow specked bright scarlet
sand, dotted, dark with crimson

In my city
it's always grey
but when the night falls
I can't tell the distance
but I know it's let up
because the stars are much too far
but they still shine
down on me
And I know, I know it's let up
it only let's up at night

and then I'm finally home
I step into the night
it is where I'm walking
for every step is my doorstep
every stride becomes room
it will never matter in the dark that
the storm is coming

Be it rain, snow or sand
it'll still sear the skin from my bones
with a thousand pinprick cuts
the storm tears me up inside
it's welling up
and overflowing
a cup running over
blood everywhere
streams colored red
snow specked bright scarlet
sand, dotted, dark with crimson

no matter how much spilled
it will always get better
as the sun goes down
behind the clouds
it'll always get better
when the grey splits apart
and the sun
rains down on our hearts.