Rainfall
It sounds like heavy rainfall
Water burdened by the iron that colors it
Graffiti sketch its hue splattered backdoor streets
Red and blue lights illuminating the darkness
Turn the tv on to see how bad this rainfall
All in its beautiful crimson
Sickening the air by its nitroglycerin and sulfur
Bodies-black bodies floating above the flood
Open up my window to see the rainfall
How they can make tomb stones form
Under street lights
And allow the candles flicker brighter under them
There’s nothing that can keep you dry from this rainfall
And the stains it leaves when splattered
In its beautiful crimson…in its beautiful crimson
Red and blue lights illuminating the dark…