The Empty Streets

The silent avenues are empty
and the world is lost in misery...
far away from the storm.
The people are now just spirits
and the buildings are just digits...
that cannot be reborn.

The madness and mayhem ended,
the sadness and gloom has dented...
the minds in our heads.
As we sleep on streets so bloody
everyone left here, everybody...
are the living dead.

Souls of every building remain
and we all still share the same pain...
that lingers inside.
We have no place to call our own
nobody now is all alone...
we've no place to hide.

Rot and decay fill our noses
can't even smell long stemmed roses...
that used to smell sweet.
Our city is now in ruins,
coldest storms keep on brewin'
above these empty streets.