taboo dances in the rich ***** rain
it falls onto my shoulders staining my skin
why does the sky call to me in such disturbing ways

I crawled up your wooden ladder to find the sun
I held my heart above the clouds and my head to the gun
and when thunder is striking beneath you
there is not many places you can go
or many places where you can run

my soul churns
at the glance of yours

the sky continues to
.
.
.
pour