Everything But The Rain (2016)
Give me everything…
I have lived a life sheltered from all.
And in that time I forged, all I asked of you was to pour…
I need everything…
I scream hopelessly at the four walls that confine me,
Your face – my escape but the pain it reminds me…
Of everything but the rain.
Yes, I have felt your call as you pound my chest ‘till my will is numb. But succumb I cannot…to your will? I will not. I will hold you there, my slave and my prisoner, for over here is my face and a hope for the…The future in which I give you everything…
Everything but the rain.
You cannot stop a force born from life, to do so is to existentially cannibalize ones soul.
I will erode you away leaving nothing but blight, in doing so – traverse reality and the plains of sorrow you’ve sown.
I’ll take everything… Everything but the rain.
Will the winter slow you?
Bring peace that’s soft and white like snow?
Or will it just become another part of the faces of you I know?
With a frost that feels bitter even to stone?
And pain that bites like fangs from within where ice dragons roam?
The cold will take everything…Everything but the rain.
By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh
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