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The rain is falling,
for the sky is crying.
It sees all the pain,
heartbreak,
and evil deeds.
The rain is falling,
for the sky wishes,
hopes,
to clean all the pain away.
Its tears are in vain,
for we muck where it has fallen,
and so it must rain again.
The rain is falling,
for the sky is crying,
crying for the tears we shed.
The rain is falling,
and in that moment,
everything is clean
The rain is falling,
for the sky is crying.
crying for our tears.
for the sky is crying.
It sees all the pain,
heartbreak,
and evil deeds.
The rain is falling,
for the sky wishes,
hopes,
to clean all the pain away.
Its tears are in vain,
for we muck where it has fallen,
and so it must rain again.
The rain is falling,
for the sky is crying,
crying for the tears we shed.
The rain is falling,
and in that moment,
everything is clean
The rain is falling,
for the sky is crying.
crying for our tears.
Literature
My everlasting wish
Once again I submerged in the cold arms of darkness,my everlasting torment, that endless river of sorrow,sobs, screams and laments.
The reality doesnt want to be my friend, and leaves me on my own, as if she was ashamed, or even worst, as if she wants to run away from me.
"Hope is what make us strong,it is why we are here, it is what we fight for when all else is lost"**
However, when i look back, i cant see anything, only darkness, ahead of mine there is a door, i run and run, but i never reach it, and the more i run, the further away i find myself of it, its is a big irony ... indeed.
While im writing this words, my tiredness gets wors
Literature
Under My Bed
Midnight calls, eyes close,
Fear overtakes my sanity,
These voices are real;
in the closet-under the bed, everywhere,
I can hear them breathing;
Calling me into their realm,
I try but cannot see them,
I just know they are here taunting my every thought,
tormenting me about life, deeds, even misdeeds,
Their laughter fuels my tensions,
My pulse quickens as I am in their sway,
paralyzed, I cannot move,
My body consumed by the black,
My gasps fall on dying lights,
This could be my last breath,
Please, Constance, enter my dreams,
Please, save me.
Literature
Darkness
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
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Interesting outlook on rain. The sky has been crying here a lot too!