While the city rains

I walk the streets of darkness: where could Hell await? Perhaps searching for the answer every man must find before eternity beckons...so goodbye mystery, goodbye pain; we'll meet again...in another lifetime; and although perhaps it's killing me, I couldn't do much more...actually.
Cos I'm just another street shadow, while the city rains.

Late at night, so late that's early. That's soon; or perhaps I am dead inside: who could know.