Alone With The Rain

Tribal-Tattoos croppedOut of luck, infected,
It rains on me,
No umbrella, no hood, no protection,
Just this raw, rotting wound,
Forever bleeds.

Heavy as the rain I love,
It makes me cold,
Haunted by desire to feel, devour it,
Compels me to climb, blind
Into your soul.

Wrong,
Right,
Truth,
Lies,

Eat away this rotten core,
Consume this illusion,
Suck me dry of all that lives, is breathing,
Destroy this precious veil,
Mere allusion

Creation,
Destruction,
Pain,
Joy,

Emptiness.
Words.
Empty.
Words.

They Are All

Just.
Empty.
Words.

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