Their Noise

High above the glowing city a dark figure watched those below. Around him, skyscrapers reached for the black night like starving demons. So much like those haunting his mind. The eerie green glow forever switched to yellow, then to a blood-like red , bathing its victims in a light they naturally ignored. He turned his gaze from these blinding lights that never vanished to the river where the ships lay. These beasts danced across the surface like dancers on ice. Was it cold, he wondered. That river that had taken so many of his memories?  Cold like those who walked along the flashing street? Even here, higher than the helicopters cared to search, he could hear those people and their noise. Their noise, their noise, oh why would the noise never stop? He wished to scream, to cry, to beat his face and fists on that roof. The noise, the noise! He wanted it all to end. To float like the carefree clouds above. Even the last thing he heard was their noise.