Bring On the Rain

Bring on the rain I want to again To wash out this burning Haze I feel it a drift in my nights distance Seas Pounding a flight through my heart A Temple of soul Pulsing tight to the back of my eyes I think of that little face you know The wood grain talking to me again Or that shadowing whispering things I do not like to know Walking toward me in silent halls It says things I don’t want to hear I just want the pain again… This brings out the things insane I want to wash these ruined hands Of theses peculiar stains I want to scrub my face my mind As my void expires In nights a drift, hues of pure vermilion I need it again Bring on the rain Bring on the insane Watching it drift in crowded rooms But I am silent Alone feeling this pain again & again Feels like at home A coming doom So bring on the rain!