He walks in the rain
All by himself
Injured, humbling along the road
Raising his head with mouth wide open
Is there a sound
Only the clicking from the rain
Does the wound hurt?
Red is a burn, now it is cold

He falls
Into a pit
Brown grows all over his body
A camouflage of nothing
He stays still
Thinking
Before everything stops functioning

A flash with two shadows
Whipping his brain
A shout, far, small, disappearing
Then is the rain, red and warm
Then is the rain, black and cold

Cold, as a piece of marble
Brown, ***** as an abandoned doll
Where is the light?
The switch is off.