When I think of the rain
It’s all I can do to drown out the sound of your voice
Frightened apparitions that haunt my windowsill
Tremorous footsteps that live inside my mind
In this world all I can do is siphon my own soul
When I think of the rain
Little flowers that turn up their dissected heads
Spit out all of the waste from today
No harmony left in their song
It feels like winter is coming in fast
Every time the harsh cold rain pours down my dim street
A new sense infects the landscape
Harsh apparitions from last year when this all meant something different
The triumphant sickness you made me suffer
I never knew so much lived inside
Spindle dragons peruse my stained windowglass
I see your visage in a half-fogged mirror
Pummel my hand through the image
Tiny shrapnel of your vengeance engraved in my veins
Blood surrounds your name until all that’s left is the memory
Stare at myself in a time when the only unshaven forest
Is that contemptuous land you keep beneath the cloth
Lust and desire, delirious weapons, my imagination is my best friend
Hunt that underland, Alice trapped inside
Escape this Red Queen, my dear
The rain casts my shadow in its footsteps
A gentle moonlight glow hidden behind the shadows
Is your only diseased warning of my approach
Fangs glisten as they approach
Hollow bones filled with my lifefood
You leave me mesmerized
Feel myself forgoing my own best wishes
I’ve held here for so long, I’ve just begun to lose my mind
A journey of unimaginable depths
I sink deeper only to descend some more
When I think of the rain, I think of you
Every orifice fulfilled, every aching urgence realized
Electric current fills my head like the glass shards in my veins
Nurse the wound and tear out the poison
I lick your name only to know how sweet you taste
Summarize it all in one word: orgasmic
When I think of the rain, it is you I taste
Masticate this emotion
At the very heart of it all, this everlasting devotion
To see your name and mine entwined some day
Unruly cosmopolitan, you exist only to deceive me
Wrap your desire around my finger
I see what you really want
Shimmer in the twilight
Can you even feel my breath
As it caresses your shoulder?
Peel the rain off your earlobe
And whisper the grotesque little images I see before me
In a flick of an instant
I dance on your corpse
Piss down your throat
I am the carnophage you’ve never met
I’m indebted to you
What provocative hate I can breed
When everything I have loved is my worst enemy
Time has wrought the entire evidence of self-satisfaction
When I think of the rain
It is you It is you It is you It is you It is you
Time no longer levitates in this world
Such a race, my jihad
Palpitate this emotion
Slit the wrist only to develop the image
Wipe it down my face
Camouflage
Blood candle
You burn in my eyestorm so bright
Burn away these memories
These harsh memories
Of the night
The night it rained