And it’s raining one more time…
Your words are falling down,
retracing the line of the teardrops,
brutally touching the ground of my soul,
like rocks created out of anger
wrath and revenge .
Your raindrops are so sharp,
My soul starts to shake,
To bleed ,
To cry,
To plead
for mercy…
I’m weak and helpless
and wet and faithless.
Your lethal storm is embracing me,
Destroying what used to be free…