Was it the rain

November 7, 2013 § Leave a comment

A long downpour has gone by

from a hundred and six years delay

Leaving naught behind

Nothing but ash and bones

Buzzing in his ears

/

As the windows draws open,

and the dripping meets the wood

a pure scent is on go —

A feeling nothing can’t be undone

Still no time would heal the wounds

/

On a thin garment on road

Unsure strides

Pretending heart and soul

Was is the rain…

to wipe it whole

and leave no marks

to clean his heart

and cleanse his soul

/

After the rainfall

all that’s left

is silence whole

and it kills from inside

whispering his death

in the cushion

in his bed

all that’s left…

/

Sun reflects in the water driblets

the memories seems to slowly fade

because…

The irony presences the laughter

no water could really wash his face

/

The billionth voice heard

from such a long time

ages of unborn…

“Feed me with your uncaring

Spread me through your plague”

/

Gravity float away

as if the real simply peel

his subtle den

Would’ve match his inner pain

Imploding the huge asylum of shades

/

When he set his chains

the shackles had his name

melted down

Through the dirt of his mind

Blazed red his fate

/

Was it the rain

That washed away

His whole face

/

Has the rest bounded, he is only flesh

 

-key

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