Rain, swirling, crashingSoaking a world once soddenImpulse, feverIn its midst I will stand, yet remainUnfeeling, frozenLost in the storm without powerTo change, escape, to feelRain, torrent, drowningThe hopes and the prayers of the waywardA lull, immersion, illusory woundsThe swollen orbs of the sullen crierMottled gray within maladyForce, uncontrolledCrush, bane of soulThe hail of seasons untold has comeSorrow's breath blankets the Earth in chillWinter's heart, alone without havenAnd the night is so coldTo breathe is pain, a frigidIt sears the soul, as the illness breaksThe fragile skin, drainIt scours weaknessIt bleeds away all warmthNothing remains but void and emptinessBurying deep, I dig beneathTo bear this frozen pallA lifetime, falling, fallingNothingHowling into a night that does not hearA solemn keeper of mortal fearsInsanity born of a form that is wasting awayThe illness born of the rain has washed him awayAway |
