watch me
as i devour your pain
creating time
for your mind to gain
this is who the rain would be
if it chose to lead a life physically
i find myself falling for the same scents
the seasons bring
loosely freed from the hands that tied me
maneuvering through fields that often remain cloudless
when my mind feels that my doubts,
should be taken down a bit
born as an april shower
here is the pain i devoured
see how it gleams when them shadows tower
keep it close
never boast
they will try to grope at the miracle
they let fall through the drains of their groves
do not sow fear
confidence in your demise will only grow
from hearts as cold as icicles.
