The muse and I share the rainbow
In the rain
I drink in
In the rain
As your mascara runs
Beating rhythms to your chest
Your tongue tastes the sweat
Drunk from another
In the rain
I drink in
In the rain
Tip the whiskey demons down your throat
Obscure the yesterday as it drips from the venom
All the while selling souls
To those who will listen
In the rain
I drink in
In the rain
Join the dance of denial
As we tango into a new oblivion
Home alone again with another regret
Red is the drawn glow of a final cigarette
In the rain
I drink in
In the rain
We were beautiful once without the scars
Hiding once that was a raindrop
Sliced in crystal lined air
Drunk on the Gypsy’s wing
In the rain
I drink in
In the rain
This love thats drawn in chalk upon the floor
Smudges as yesterdays paradise breathes
Tattoo’d upon a silver’d chest
The words I love you
In the rain
I drink in
In the rain
As the truth will set your heart free
3 comments:
Adrian,
The intensity and inferences make this an incredibly powerful piece. That shared vice, the regrets, the yearning,the scene... you paint it all with a vividly colored brush.
kinda like to hear you read this. man, where did i get all these scars?
Red is the drawn glow of a final cigarette
a very interesting line.
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