Shrieking Face

I saw her the other day staring Up close and shrieking her face into mine. I did not like this stare And I hate all people who Carry a stare like this in their back pockets Waiting for the rain to pull it out. Well I am the rain and you are my gravity sucking me down into the depths of human race on earth. I’m so far away Screams the thoughts of rain As it began its descent to hell. The clouds laughed Vile And incohersive. There will be a storm tonight, brother, One that raises hell fire Yet made of the moisture of the gods.