Sharp, arising from below
Stabbing deep nowhere to go
slowly seeking light calls my name
Shadowed visions fan the flame
Raindrops falling on a passing car
Waving as all of them fall.
I am rain and hit the grit and feel like shit
Meant to water plants but drown them instead.
flowing back to ocean, with no way out, doomed to fail every time.
Without a use, the noose grows loose.
feeling fiber of rope, finding something once lost.
"pour the gas, light the match, burn".
Waiting for a way out I shout at the rain clouds
they've locked in moisture to keep me under control.
Heat rises heart flies as skies are blue I burn
Fueling inferno raging I go consuming all I earn
Enemy of myself, words are but weapons of war.
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