Hell Begging Heaven For Rain

HELL BEGGING HEAVEN FOR RAIN: IT’s TOO HOT FOR FIRE Here’s your advisory, Aim it in the bin’s trajectory If you’ve already heard it (But best not spurn it it): I sat on a wall, The wall was very tall. Next thing I knew, And with no notice at all, (No one noticed) I fell. All the way to hell! Up and down And back again. What’s left? A few shreds Who need a modest Length of thread. Can ANYBODY mend me Back-to-whole again? I didn’t even know I leaked before; I don’t know what I’m crying for; The thread! Yes, the thread! There isn’t time to waste! I taste blood, and Blood wants Me more. It won’t stop until it’s fed, I can’t think with either head. And why must I constantly beg for food? Is it simply because I’ve been refused? I don’t know: I’m SO CONFUSED!! I’m flying low in mile-high garbage, Rotting in trite Cheetos and Other Non-Rot Packaged Goods. It’s a particularly nasty hell With a particularly nasty smell. And this poetic crap holds no clout; All my screams fall on mute ears. But here’s the part I CAN make out: If you don’t help ME out, I’ll pretend I don’t see YOU, When YOU fall only to find Yourself a heap on This Hell’s floor, All alone and rotting, too, Just you and you, And me and me, Broken and rotting For eternity. Welcome, why’d it take so long? You’ve always known This hell, This home, This is where you belong, Filled with dread and anxiety, Weeping right beside me, Finally free to hide me, To cover my shreds in shade. I’m in need of a sheltering place To tend to my bits and my pieces And usher the floods of Relief in.