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when I stop the rain from falling down
I could try
to give you a world of wealth
I could attempt
to give you all of myself
but what would I be left with
when I'm standing in the door frame
in the kitchen alone
when it's close to 4 am
and the tiles are so appealing
cool and bare
I could never be
cool and bare
I'm covered in the mess of me
and I'm dripping
all over the stares
sweetly suffocating
will I ever get out
I began to doubt myself
and what are you saying
what could you say that
would leave me
in such a state of fear
I'm diving into to madness
heart first
open hands turn to fists
so close to bursting out
and away
low skies are rumbling
waiting to weep for me
winds are howling
capriciously sweeping through me
but you've hollowed me out
scraped the insides of me
like a container of your favourite ice-cream
I don't know if I could be that sweet while
I'm bleeding and pouring out
let the stars sweetly glisten
singing a song to my spirit
when I stop the rain from falling down
A winner, and wow could I
A winner, and wow could I feel this. What a triumph of feral emotions. So sweet when words get hammered, and nailed to the walls of eternity on wings that fly beyond space and time. Great ending!
“scraped the insides of me
like a container of your favorite ice-cream
I don't know if I could be that sweet while
I'm bleeding and pouring out
let the stars sweetly glisten
singing a song to my spirit
when I stop the rain from falling down”