The sum of my fears
Culled together in the sum of my tears
Poured out at my feet
like there is blood in the rain.
The sum of my insanity
Held together by a string frayed and worn.
Tattered and torn,
like there is blood in the rain.
The pain in the joy
The joy in the pain, on display for all to mock.
To gawk and stare, point and judge
To scream and curse, wallow and wail,
Sing and dance, like there is blood in the rain.
The hatrid, the rage, the decay, the stench of deprevity
Putrisity lingering around every corner, filling every orifice
Swelling your lungs, turbid as a cloud.
The ashes descending with the snow,
Dissolving within the blood in the rain.
Contaminated you see yourself again
You see it in me, I cant keep it anymore.
Spreading like a disease, infecting every little thing.
You Must have sulfur in your veins,
Because I can smell your blood in the rain.
No fear of the inevitable, just the how.
Not the when, just the ware.
Not the deprevity, just the stench.
Not the infection, just the rate of spread.
No fear of the pain, only of the blood in the rain.
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