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THE RAIN
And the rain comes down
She's broken and bound
For a fate designed
Of a tarnished crown
A note left for me
The first thing I see
Are the crimson stains
Of the ink she bleeds
An empty hearse idles in the storm
Ominous before the crack of day
She lays tattooed by poisonous thorns
Awaiting the embrace of the grave
Is this payback?
What have you done to me?
Love and hate
Our tragedy
Her fairytale torn from the pages burned
Are words to herself written in her Hell
As blue skies turn black there's no turning back
Crucifixion nails imposed by herself
She would stand there drained outside in the rain
With poems to herself written in her Hell
When will the skies clear of her fallen tears?
Where is salvation among damnation?
This perdition
What has become of me?
Day and night
And agony
Flashback to her laying on the slab
Liquids draining into a cocktail
Human discharge, vertical slash
An autopsy fit for all to tell
And the rain comes down
She's broken and bound
For a fate designed
Of a tarnished crown
A note left for me
The first thing I see
Are the crimson stains
Of the ink she bleeds
Her fairytale torn from the pages burned
Are words to herself written in her Hell
As blue skies turn black there's no turning back
Crucifixion nails imposed by herself
She would stand there drained outside in the rain
With poems to herself written in her Hell
When will the skies clear of her fallen tears?
Where is salvation among damnation?
I read your memories
You remembered my name
Among the charred pages
Consigned to the flame
Live in my memory
I'll remembered your face
Among the charred photos
Consigned to the flame
And the rain comes down
She's broken and bound
For a fate designed
Of a tarnished crown
A note left for me
The first thing I see
Are the crimson stains
Of the ink she bleeds
Her fairytale torn from the pages burned
Are words to herself written in her Hell
As blue skies turn black there's no turning back
Crucifixion nails imposed by herself
She would stand there drained outside in the rain
With poems to herself written in her Hell
When will the skies clear of her fallen tears?
Where is salvation among damnation?
Published 7th Aug 2019
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(©) 2019 Frank Green
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Anonymous
7th Aug 2019 10:06pm
Ah, my King ... no one pens
salvation trying to survive
in a world of damnation as
you do ... yours, Devil`lyn ☠
