Blackened Rain

by Ignoris   Oct 30, 2008


Sometimes the world is too black to record
Some things are just too often ignored
And sometimes the rain falls harder than then
And it feels that you'll never stand up straight again

[The blackened rain begins to fall]

Sometimes I try things, to be better I guess
But really, I'm not gaining any success
'Cause too often one of you will lend me a hand
As I shake it away and alone I will stand

[The blackened rain creates a wall]

The rain crashes down on the roof of a room
Silent grey walls shielding silent black gloom
The room starts to shrink from the noise up above
You're the only one left, apart from a dove

[The blackened rain makes you feel so small]

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  • 8 years ago

    by Kuro

    This one was really interesting. you did a good job painting a dark wet image in my mind's eye.

    well done

  • 8 years ago

    by GentleButcher

    Shrouding black rain. i love it. keep writing