The rain pours down
Upon forlorn ground
Earning my enmity as I weep.
The blood-stained memories in winter's icy grip,
Grass, brown and dying, swaying as if a ship.
Behind unseeing eyes of brown,
Those opaque windows to a soul unfound,
A man longs and pleads,
Unheard among the dark green weeds.
The pain, so sweet, is a means to an end,
As no man's heart learns to defend
Against such sweet pain
The emotions she feigns
Warmth never obtained
And desperate love never gained.
Such a sad thing,
The mournful silence as the sparrow sings,
The unheard keening as his soul bleeds,
Unacknowledged in this prison of weeds.
The thick brown barbs of the withering rose bush,
They tear so deeply, they push, they push,
And I feel the oncoming fear,
A resolute darkness that is always near.
Is there any hope as yet,
Or is my fate already set?
Why must I wait
For the passing of fate,
For my fear to become hate,
For the sun to shine too late?
Can I conquer what I cannot see?
Why is it that I must always flee?
Why, why, why, ask I,
A soul unable to fly?
I feel the passing of all eternal,
Held so dear and yet infernal,
The insufferable and wicked darkness that is fear,
My hope is bridled and unable to escape to a sky so clear.
Can I ever put down that which I hold,
This thing of darkness, so cold, so cold?
With my heart torn asunder,
And this weight I kneel under,
My soul is free to plunder,
And all I hear is thunder.
Though the light may shine this day,
As yet, I must remain away.
I take upon myself so much pain,
And all I feel is the frigid gray rain.
So why should I care
When you refuse to see this burden I wear?
And as this leads me on,
I am greeted by yet another dawn,
Another day, another crushed hope.
Everything is gone, and I can no longer cope.
These lifeless trees
Stink of despair with breathless ease;
A smell like decay drifting with the breeze,
And beneath the rain, the earth will freeze.
The dead branches tear at my skin,
My blood flowing to purify my sin.
Those blessed by angels are lucky fools,
They need not worry about graveyard ghouls,
They need not worry as life departs,
For deep in their hearts,
They know no agony,
They are fools who are blind,
And yet, can see.