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When it Rains
I like it when it rains
because it washes my tracks away
and drowns my tortured soul
in droplets from the sky
the huntress comes in the dead of night
searching far and wide
for tiny footprints in the dust
for my blood curdling cry
one she loves to find
and when she catches me
I am raptured by a sinister smile
and her wicked mind
when it rains, I’m alive
an animal that dances with the storm
and doesn’t hide
until that persecuted hour
when the moon arrives
revealing her intentions
she’s the alpha of her pride
and I’m her game
instincts never lie
but when it rains
the world is mine
my sinners heart compelled
to steal, to kill, and lie
my faults remain
but that forgiving day
sweeps it all away
with droplets from the sky
because it washes my tracks away
and drowns my tortured soul
in droplets from the sky
the huntress comes in the dead of night
searching far and wide
for tiny footprints in the dust
for my blood curdling cry
one she loves to find
and when she catches me
I am raptured by a sinister smile
and her wicked mind
when it rains, I’m alive
an animal that dances with the storm
and doesn’t hide
until that persecuted hour
when the moon arrives
revealing her intentions
she’s the alpha of her pride
and I’m her game
instincts never lie
but when it rains
the world is mine
my sinners heart compelled
to steal, to kill, and lie
my faults remain
but that forgiving day
sweeps it all away
with droplets from the sky
Published 4th Nov 2019
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