Orange drops of rain are burning balls of spite
Alone I can grieve, all through the darkened night
My cataracts are scratched through sensing
All hail my home’s citizen cleansing
Grey skies I love most, they hide away the rain
Soggy barricades, won’t carry on the pain
Twenty thousand sleepers, never be again
Never match a face, with another brain
Blue morns the day, I sit here deep in my shame
It is my fault, I scream, stop this messy game
Here comes another, the heavens drip
I wish my God well, for I will slip
(RIP)
