The Sound

Rain drops pouring across the roof, your heart
beating loudly in my ears.

The night was breaking the flesh of my skin like paper
You had predicted this,
the walls all white, something far out of sight,
drowning you in a sea of sadness.

You hung your head as if ashamed by it,
all the life gone, aching straight to the bone

As if the sky was ripping to pieces,
with every crackle of sound illuminating.

The sound is no mystery,
the mystery is that there is nothing to keep the sound 
from racing in

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