Blood rain, is like the flesh, enclosing all that care to weep within, i tilt back the glass of my oppression and swallow all my fears, the ugly inside us all is bringing us down, the apple core rots as do the birds who sing in the dawns fiery gaze, laced with blood, i smoke my way through oblivion, no light can spare my hatred,i wander through the twisting halls of madness, where it will end, i cant for-see, false idols sweep down from drawstring chariots, not one left in their eyes, life stained the window of truth, and i trace my veins with liquid fire, injecting the freedom, injecting the hell, chaos is in all of us, we are the mainstream, something I'm not, we are, does the man cry for the lost little girl? i hear the raven beat out the Dead-song, twisting under these cold lights, lights of ice and flame, shadows dance when i dance to the the song the children weep. all night i stare at the world, broken off by empty cuts and i bleed more and more, just another cut, just another stitch, ill be okay, we'll all be okay..
Hey this Ain't mine its A very good poem off Some Site Called Black Rose..hope u like i think it very good!
