Rain Song

I.

It was a disheveled mess,
That had silently defused itself across the town,
As if someone had a discrepancy
Of opinions.
It lingered.Hovered.Rumbled.
At last, it has dismounted upon me,
Diligently trying to damage,
A deliberate attempt to destroy me...

The rain is cold,
The droplets large,
Their collisions sound like a punch,
A blow, a thud of anger
Against sinful flesh.
They are the color of desolation;
They are the dark shade of lost youth.
Through our somber expressions,
And thoughts so lethal,
The rain beats down on our backs,
Your face, our chests, my heart,
As if to settle an old score...

I bathe in its puddles of sorrow,
But alas!
It is far too late.
I am already beginning to drown;
This dark depression seems so deep...

And now,
My dreams betray me,
Locking me in reality's defiance.
They left me so suddenly...

II.

Now reside forgotten
In the wasteland of your animosity,
Exiled to an eternal vale
Of sullen twilight,
Soul silenced for the sake of your sanity...

My heart is being raped
Of will, of voice, desire, and choice,
And I am forced to trudge
Evanescently in its slowing cadence,
Along these rapid no-name roads
Of utter remorse.
My feet move in sole-less shoes,
Treading on cracked sidewalks,
But regret floods these streets,
With blood of the innocent,
The color of resentment,
And I must wade...

I am nothing more
Than an immortal corpse,
Forged
By persistent suggestions
Of faith,
Expectations of sheer,
Shining, perfection,
And a personal touch of
Narcissistic solutions.
I am my own illusion,
Silhouetted forever
By the wraith
Of love's revenge...

III.

I live a life with no purpose,
Other than to ponder,
To question the motives of souls,
Whose staircases of piety and loyalty
Ruin
A pulsating heart...

My heart...

I am reaching to you,
Strips of crimson bandages
Fraying from these unsaved wrists.
Misunderstood child,
Show me your relief,
The distraction that moves through
The meadows of our confusion.

Beat with me the paths
That will lead to the endearment and passion
Of my own,
Cold,
Unfaithful body...

You speak to me child,
In neither text nor word,
Not in actions but in lyrics:

"Probe your dreams,
Tainted with belief,
And uncover the motives
Of souls...

"Spread the wings
That reside in your mind,
For it's time to find
Infinity..."

IV.

I dearly, deeply wish,
But to n prevail,
My words cannot fulfill
Your voice inside my head.

I part my twin chapped lips,
Inhale deeply, slowly,
And let the chords vibrate,
Resonate.

I no longer fear
This empty world,
For I know our song
Has just begun...

A Rain Song.