Beneath a pale grey sky

Waking up, I cannot breathe. The air is thick with dread. All around a planet dies, as soon we’ll all be dead. Perpetual night all year round, ‘cause the Smog swallows the sun. The woods are still, there is no sound. There’s nowhere you can run. When will it end, these acts of greed, that slowly make us die. I sit and wonder all these things beneath a pale grey sky. *Credit must go to the band Soulfly, as the title and last line is one of their album's name.*