Red Rain

Red Rain


The scarlet liquid flowing out of my arm,
It is sweet, beautiful, silent, and warm.

I hold the metallic knife that created this wonder,
The red rain falls and I hear the thunder.

The thunder is I, falling to the ground,
The beautiful red rain falls all around.

Staring at the ceiling and the world above me,
I feel like this is the way it is supposed to be.

Lying on the ground, on top of the world below,
Why it feels so good, is something I'll never know.

That helpless feeling, lying there on the floor,
The red rain is drowning me, and I can breath no more.