Poison Raindrops

A sheet covers this window
from which i gaze below
At all the crisp, white people,
In their soft blankets of snow,

But its not them that I think of
as a tear rolls down my chin
And the rain rolls down my window
whilst my patience wears so thin.

My mind has lost all focus
I cant breathe deep inside,
Or bear thoughts of the eternity
Into which you've died.

When I conjure up your face today,
I cannot see your smile,
just a body - closed for all to see,
No spirit that ran wild.

Now the snow's turned to icy water ,
That pricks upon the skin,
Of the people on the streets down there,
Evoking hate within.

My tears mix in with every drop,
I cry for you in vain,
And everything you've left behind,
Stands in this poison rain.