Stones

Stones of black and white,
slither slowly through the dead of night.
The drop,drop of rain against my head,
washing away memories,
Making me forget when I held you in my arms for the first time.

Cloud's of red and white,
drift across a scarlet sky,
Star's appear as I drift into a silent night,
But still the drop,drop of rain,
hammers against me like pins,
my waterproff coating cannot keep out you touch.

Like acid raindrops burn my skin,
but thoughts of you remain still,
the drop,drop of rain against my head,
washing away memories,
making me forget that you ever exsisted.