The rain it drones, soothing skittish nerves,
Might it just wash away our tears?
Trickling down bottles of emotion
Stored on shelves to shatter
On another day, not too far away.
Fervent passion aches behind
Stricken eyes, focused all to well
On a sought surprise, blind to their demise.
Sweet neglect, the humans nectar,
Drips from ruby lips, cracked and bleeding.
Thunder echoes over distant skies,
While thoughts ignite in torment,
There is no justice for just us,
Only pain resides in eager temptation
Waiting to siphon away the remnants
Of hope, dwindling on the edge of insanity.
