Rain

by ness   Nov 27, 2005


Rain drops fall, clear and consistent
Heavy and cold drenching my skin
The same skin where my games were played
Now stained with crimson blood and delicate rain
There is no bitter wind with my rain
Only a bitter mood refelcting all hate
And the numbing emptiness inside
Just like the empty rain clouds after the rain fell.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Riffy

    Hey, this was short but it got straight to the point. The way you made the rain reflect your pain marked on your arms.
    "The same skin where my games were played" - That line is so strong
    I love it