1_21Guns
October 17th, 2009, 06:49 PM
My eyes danced around confused by the cover of night and the never ending sound of silence.
Without leaving time for a second thought, I chanced the sharply twisting metal road and the misleading beacon of light, I skipped down the path and when the ruby red rain began to fall from a slit in the clouds, there was a feeling of ecstasy that flooded the cold air.
Rivers of rainwater trickled from the tips of broken branches of wilting trees.
The rain burnt like acid on skin, creating imperfections on a clean canvas.
Finding shelter on a bed of tears, only to wake up to find the bed had drifted away leaving only scars where the rain had fallen under the cover of darkness.
Waking up to a clear sky allowing the sun to highlight the scars made by the ecstasy rain.
Again and again the darkness fell and the vicious deceiving buzz arrived leaving me drowning in the seas the rain left behind.
Until the light I had chased so painfully began to flicker and fade.
The rain still fell and the sun still shone.
The scars wouldn’t fade and the sun made them red like the rain that created them. It still burnt, yet the buzz had left me with a mess to clean up.
Fact of it was the buzz was never even there to start with.
Without leaving time for a second thought, I chanced the sharply twisting metal road and the misleading beacon of light, I skipped down the path and when the ruby red rain began to fall from a slit in the clouds, there was a feeling of ecstasy that flooded the cold air.
Rivers of rainwater trickled from the tips of broken branches of wilting trees.
The rain burnt like acid on skin, creating imperfections on a clean canvas.
Finding shelter on a bed of tears, only to wake up to find the bed had drifted away leaving only scars where the rain had fallen under the cover of darkness.
Waking up to a clear sky allowing the sun to highlight the scars made by the ecstasy rain.
Again and again the darkness fell and the vicious deceiving buzz arrived leaving me drowning in the seas the rain left behind.
Until the light I had chased so painfully began to flicker and fade.
The rain still fell and the sun still shone.
The scars wouldn’t fade and the sun made them red like the rain that created them. It still burnt, yet the buzz had left me with a mess to clean up.
Fact of it was the buzz was never even there to start with.