Microseconds skid by
As drops of pins
Eyes roll back  inside
Deep within the skin
Life turns tide
And plays back again
High time to die
And travel with the wind

To keep the demons at bay
But still they stay
Night and
Day
.

The rain never stops these days.
It just drills into my skull
And chills my sun kissed skin,
Tapping On my shoulder begging me to remember,
But I can't. So I keep trudging along,

The further I mumble through the rain; the louder it gets,
The drumming. The flooding. The screaming.
I smack my hands against my ears,
As an attempt to block it.
But I can't. So I keep trudging along,

Rivers leak from my eyes,
Falling down my cheeks and shattering on the Tarmac,
I taste blood. My hearts bleeding again,
I try to heal it.
But I can't. So I keep trudging along,

Fragments of my heart explode,
Ripping me apart and turning the rain water red,
I used to like water. Not now.
Now it reminds me of him...
But I can't remember him. So I keep trudging along

When formless bonds create vast passion
The world stops for a moment in awe
These unique abilities of souls are always tested
Often growing within from the darkest of places
In ways they stretch and twist all comprehension
Bending into its newest, and purest form
Emerging in even greater beauty than before