Rain
rain
rain
rain
From this pain
there's much to gain
The shape of mud
where I have lain
The monsters in my mind
I've slain
their rows of teeth will form my jagged crown.
In the end the purest flower grows
from earth where self-sacrifice is sown.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Rain
rain
rain
rain
From this pain
there's much to gain
The shape of mud
where I have lain
The monsters in my mind
I've slain
their rows of teeth will form my jagged crown.
In the end the purest flower grows
from earth where self-sacrifice is sown.
