Listen to the rain,
As my tears fall from the sky,
See the reflection of blood,
I'm crying crimson droplets for you.
Listen to the thunder,
As the panic draws ever near,
Hear the crashes of the falling world,
Can you hear your name being called?
My invisible hand is crawling down your face,
Touching your silken skin,
But as you are lost for words,
I crawl away unwanting to be seen.
You see the trail of blood,
So you follow it to my cave,
Here the thunder and the rain are loudest,
You see where I lay; DeaD written on my wrist. |
