Solitude
My closest acquaintance is the rain
as I listen to the soft trickles of barness
Coldness of the lungs but my breathless air is still warm
Clouding the unfocused skies
Simpler times are amongst its tears
mixed like monochromatic smiles
Buzzing around the pavement
Hardest to fall yet the quickest to leave
As darkness hits my door, do the beats become softer
And steps are quiet as the world begins to fall down
My breathless air is still warm
Swaddled in smoke of never ending sticks burning to ashes
My breathless air is still warm
My breathless air is still warm
My breathless air is still warm
But my heart is as cold as coal
Touching the water does not cease
Its bitterness runs deep in the smoldering lips
Into the continuous blankness illuminated by fragments
split in twain
The rain accompanies the light strokes of metal
With wind surrounded by constriction
Windows fade from view as it dissolves
Swepted with small supressens of trembling
Joining the muffled muse of thunder
Alone