Tempus Fugit

Silent like a tomb
the city reaches for the sky
I’m left alone here and I can’t remember why

Lying on a rooftop
in a vast garden of concrete
The silence echoes in the streets

See as my eyes stray to pan
across the barren surface
as monolithic [bad word] 
tower through the silence

All of man’s creations
left abandoned without purpose
I am alone yet feel its malice

And while the clear blue mid-day air
is feeling slightly awkward
as shafts of sunlight
stray across my field of view

I find new perspective
as tomorrow turns today
and in the sky I see
a soaring bird of prey

staring at the trees
I see them all begin to sway
I sense a storm [bad word] my way

I can barely see as
the sky [bad word] in light
 [bad word] falls all around me,

then suddenly, it’s night…

Then without a whisper
the atmosphere is torn
Instinct is screaming
for shelter from the storm

I can barely see as the sky [bad word] in light
 [bad word] falls all around me,
then suddenly, it’s night…