It's hot out.
The city swelters beneath the 105 degree weather-
I sit and sweat.
Beads of salty water drip into my eyes,
Damn, I think:
Why did I ever move here to begin with?
Filth covers the streets like a thick syrup-
The people who populate them,
Savage and beastly.
All in desperate need of a miracle;
Vastly underweight and starving they perch, waiting for the fallen.
They hover and prey,
Hunched over in attack mode ready to pounce.
I pray for rain, I pray for God to come and release me.
Release me from this hell on earth,
From this burning city of sin.