The summer rain

Everlastingly, eternally falling into the soft hatred,
Soft driven and sacred, slow relentless driving,
Charged and low, the infernal song is driving me insane,
Like a mosquito haze over the swamp of her skin,
I need to catalogue my mind, clear out my brain,
Unblock this neural drain and escape the sound of a thousand tiny wings,

My nails pressed into my bleeding palms,
Feeling the rain, my only cool friend,
Her touch is so soft, it soothes and calms,
And brings all my fevered dreams to their final end,
She loves me not?,
Out across the endless road, fission lights the sky,
A solar storm to melt the souls of passers by,
Their eyes shifting to greet you,
She loves me?
My head is splitting with teeth cut with grief,
The echo of a thousand years,
Past, present and future tears stolen by the silent thief,
Hidden in the verdant undergrowth, beneath the oil slick waters,
She’s always watching me, listening to the urgent pain,
Offering the catharsis of our faded memories,
Waiting for the sudden change to leave me insane,
To steal away my breath,
To hold my hand as we drink to our eternal death,
Waiting for the summer rain…