...Promises are written
sometimes whispered and sometimes
turn
dark
like poison
Intoxicated, singing under the rain
Bear trap on the back bone is
a burden but
the rain pours with smoke and
the puddle is a distorted
mirror
of everything above
Blinded, cold
drowning and convinced that
the heavens are made by
dark dreams
And so it stopped and she
fell
and fell so hard
The pain turned into agony
She cursed in despair and
closed her eyes
not to rest but to
dream in the
dark...