The raindrops were tiny shards of glasses cutting deep within my skin.
Feeling its shivering sensation into my nerves, to the deepest of my bosom, through the darkest of my thoughts.
Who knew that these small cuts could create a profound wound on the depths of me; leaving every senses, every organ bleeding to death.
'Cause a single raindrop reminded me of my tears, as I felt the wind of you walking away.
And drowning me in to the pool of my own tears, now the red of my blood.
