A faint echo of the rain
Leaving the streets in pain,
Gradually calming calamity,
Lonely streets of sanctity.

Upon a rusted sewer grate
He lies, a broken waste.
Broken without sobriety,
Addicted to the melody.

The melody of the rain,
Elaborate, fervent dancing,
Mesmerizing bringer of rust.

A kaleidoscope of street lights,
Waylaid by the rain's knights.
Puddles of crystal clear sight,
Markers of an addict's delight.

The thumping of machinery,
A means to an end for humanity
Transport me to your city,
Bloated with delight and pity.

She had a mirror with a fluorescent scar,
A tiny fraction of her mind displayed on a star.
She was scared and confused like no other,
wishing she could see her mother.

Putrid air in a damp alley, fuming angrily
Hilrien hurry, stake's on your vitality.
City streets near highways of lethality,
Abandoned corners on her mind's vast mentality.

She searched high and low with a broken mirror in tow.
Called out many a times, only to be met with a no.
Hilrien slow down, your heart is aching, surely you most know.
Listen, obey and hear the cacophony of your mind's woe.

She screams refusal, it echoes through the halls,
Reverberating through her soul's walls.
Hilrien had a mirror and a heart, presented with a call
Displayed for all to see, on a vast white shawl.

Hilrien has a mirror and a blank stare,
she is dancing in her past without a care.
Resigned in a pool of emptiness with a heart case
Wishing she had a purpose to chase.

You know how, when you try to break free
you just end up bouncing back,
like a feeling that your soul lacks.

Or when you concentrate and try to keep it straight
you just end up with an out of world breakdown,
the kaleidoscope reels in and you see yourself fading.

Your mind racing on the track of self loathing,
a depressive state run by corrupt suits, officially
Have you ever tried them on? I doubt they'll suit.

Crystal clear water is your prison and your dreams are your poison.
You can see everything but dare to touch and pull,
and you'll wake up reeling back down like a gull.

There is fire in your eyes, and it burns brighter than the stars.
When the darkness takes hold of you, keep this in mind,
Force them open even if it hurts to see every particle of dust,
Dust that remains after the world had collapsed on itself from the rust.
A conconction brewed with hate and spite, spiced with delicate ignorance.

Martyrs cry out in the night,
their souls bleed open from their porous dedication
and with every propelled echoing boom,
a precious life is taken without hesitation.

Every breath you take is an expression of willpower,
so inhale deep and shout.
The more they push on, the more you will pull.
When they grow restless, you will become steadfast.

The sound of a thousand voices permeates their silent bubble,
the lighting crackles with the power of a relentless spirit
An ode to freedom, one that we shall forever sing,
The people will rise up like the flora in spring.

I've been meaning to tell you something.
your soul has me drifting on this endless ocean,
on a dingy boat that I fabricated this morning.
Now this boat is filled with memories, I come clean.
They are heavy and like anchors they push as hard as they can.

As this is happening and as I try to keep it afloat,
in another time and place where the pews have been set straight,
two wandering souls find each other and connect with a starry ring.

Back on my watery path, I grow restless and fear the end is close,
for my boat is just a meager traveling companion, silent and helpless.
Your hair, those beatiful locks they aim to mess up my sail, defenseless.
A pair of stunning emerald eyes shine bright on the horizon, another jest,
for my vision is blurred even more, the sun is now a respite for my weary eye.

Their paired souls fly high, carefree and joyful,
Even when their eyes are closed they find their path true.

The waves that I encounter are few but they are strong,
their pattern and their tread is graceful,
they all remind me of my anchors on the boat.
With that I shift my focus on something else,
An answer to this mess that I made for myself.

A serene voice comes to my mind, its yours.
Followed by your laughter and your valuable thoughts.
I remember all that you shared with me, pieces of your soul.
Ideals and views, feelings and dreams, they shine brighter than stars, I see.

These memories are not anchors, no, they are different and so much more.
I know what to do and this boat is not so hopeless anymore.
I embrace these one by one, and your hair on my sail is now patching up those holes.
Your eyes on the horizon, they show me the way, lead me to land.
And your voice and thoughts now give me reason to look to my past.

You wake in a cold sweat,
Alone with the grip of your past.
Your vision is blurred by tiny needles,
A lonely street lamp shines its light heedless.

The twisting noise of the city piercing your ear,
Interrupting the brief rest you hold so dear.
This respite they pushed away now punctuated by a sharp horn.
Thousand voices and a thousand footsteps, a glaring shopwindow of scorn.

As you look past the glamour of the city,
You see a thousand tiny souls flickering for amity.
Hiding behind hardened stares, and holstered gunfire,
Expensive high-life and luxurious privilege.

If this is what it means to make it, so be it.
A line to stop at and take a step back.
Fighting for something that is so grossly transparent,
Means to an end, something that has no merit.
The shadows give you comfort, a freedom you'll never forget.