DARK RAIN dark rain

DARK RAIN It speaks to me of venom tendrils an exposure into old pain and leads you to believe that there is somehow a way out only in a perfect world which regardless of what anyone says is a total blatant lie the true dreamers dreams and lofty platitudes of angels on clouds of innocence untamed of the gentle flowing breeze tempting the non egoic mind is all crushed by the first rays of dawn and the contractions of the iris we can play the game of the symbols of near to death avenues which in a temporal movement we find scraps of life in an ongoing exposure to pour salt on wounds its enigmatic but moreover a drool poured out wavelength sinister in its avenues of sameness and only those callous to the touch find a subsidence of aching a temporal peace and the unfolding of a savage race finds its birth on pins and needles beaming with an arrogance from a darkened cave well spring it needs itself into a fountain of misgiving hate and as in a sandbox searching for the breech a separate peace away from even the coiled psalms sultry in the dark is the only remonstrance found to be not guilty and a lesson learned in useless overall information a technocratic ordering I should only feel ashamed in a passing glance at the obvious fallen nature otherwise a deafening haze shrouds the norm dripping with sweet sugary nothings the tainted lips are blackened and I constrict into a wandering synchrony which alludes the truth a form a guise a dismal overture calm the winds of the damned oracle in similar utterances a cloud looms to the field of those truly awakened