The rain falls...

The Violent cold of the dead morning and streaming tears of love began the splashes in the puddles of mud. The sun slowly rose, revealing in a dim light, a new day and the tomb of days long past. From the gate, you could hear muffled cries and feel the sorrow radiating like the heat from the sun that seeped into your heart. Nothing stirred but the memory of those long laid to rest and the slow regressing of the mourning fog. A sun, struggled and failed to bring light to the dark and gloom of the thundering and grieving skies. All were immersed in tragedy and love, slowly breaking free as the sun shone through and illuminated the cold and unmoving, uncaring, unforgiving gravestones.

The sky had come crashing down that day, revealing to us, the pathway to heaven for the souls that had been left behind to search, to search for what would not be found. All were released from the sorrow and the steady downpour of despair. All the colors of life and love sank into the deep pit of eternity the day he died. Just as a drop of water drizzled on a dry desert, parched from the rains that just wouldn't come. Just as all our feelings were. Nothing was left but a hollow inside, an empty lonely wasteland that could be compared to the Gobi desert. No sorrow was left, no hatred, no pain, no anguish, just tears, destined to fall until the end of time. Tears that made the heavens cry and exhale every ounce of love and happy it had to offer. The saving angels were in turn, not even angels themselves, but the hand of god to wipe all tears away....

The cold of the morning still nipped at your heals as a pack of ravenous wolves, driven by the desire to kill and feed. The rain still poured as though the world had been turned upside down and the oceans had been emptied into the skies. The sun still shone dim and glowed within the clouds like an eerie omen. But still shone with such radiance and passion that was never known. All the colors of love and of life returned as the path wound its way through a city engulfed by deceit and lies. The path, forever continuing through the cemetery of the emotions and love put to rest in my soul. The path wound through my soul as a snake would, preparing to bite and inject the poison, the poison of sorrow, to bring its victims to its knees and beg for mercy. A poison to which, there is no cure....