Dystopolis

The salty taste of tears,
The rain of this living hell.
Smoldering flames distort the sky
Of a city bathed in pain.
Battles rage behind the bars,
Drunken, reasonless fights.
The air is choked with poison,
Suffocating its users lungs,
While they fight a war,
Lost before it began.
Sickness comes with the night,
The sleepers will wake no more.
Cries of pain and dejection
Ring through the ruined streets.
Echoing dimly off the shell
Of the husky Dystopolis.