Shadows In The Rain
Do you remember this name?
Who is it that we yet to be claimed?
An anonymous letter written and unsigned.
With all the proper captions and headlines.
A reminder of the times.
No longer in the fire it cools and it hardens.
Its made of solid stone.
No matter the embrace it will not break.
Any pain endured it can take.
For it feels nothing.
A constant numbness that a drug induced euphoria can't compare to.
The absence of all colours.
The blackness in the clouds has grown.
With a single seed it has been sewn.
With whisper of a destiny it has shown.
A reflection of shadows marching in the rain.
Trying to break through to this dimension.
What horrors could they bring compared to me?
A sickness of genetics, and mutation of a family tree.
A hatefulness, a bitterness, a body embalmed and scorched by it.
The liquid acid pours out of the tanks, and I'm not sure if it can be resealed.
It's not a lick em stick em that's for sure.
This time I don't know of any cure.
Not like the time before
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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