do
you know how many rains i’ve walked in?
there
were no white knights on steeds
the
stinging rain cuts you till you bleed
i
will not rescue you
you
will not rescue me
longing
does not manipulate
and
make happen
the
rain falls
i
beseech
but
remain drenched
alone
raindrops
chase everyone away
conquer,
secure
and
laugh at me
because
my wet clothes are all that hold me
and
somewhere someone lied
whiskey
does not keep you warm
and
cigarettes are just an addiction
and
german electronic music
still
looks for meaning and hope
leaving
me the last true existential nihilist
who
is still so human
he
attaches metaphors to molecules
made
up of H2O
oh
what do we know?
nothing
but
our needs
hoping
there is a creed
that
will not make each cut so callous
i
pull a can of beer from my jacket
open
it
tilt
my head to sip
and
close my eyes against the violent rain
meaning
is so insane
when
black holes collide
and
reside in a universe
millions
of years after it has turned to dust
and
i am just
someone
who
has surrendered
my
role as the pretender
just
come and hold me in the pouring rain
take
me home
embrace
me under warm covers
where
your whispers drown out
the
sounds of the rain that HOWLS outside
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