Rain Blood

Rain Blood (4th April, 2011)

This is the kitchen of memories;
broken china pieces under bare feet
of crying babies. Don’t sweep before
you grieve; the door swings open like
a battle reprieve. But you can’t leave.

For you know the wallpaper patterns
as well as your own name; they don’t
change either, do they? Don’t look before
you leap; frying pans and fires await
the brave heart, but you can’t save her.

He’s as high as a kite again,
Raises hands to break you in;
The path is twisting as you run;
The gate is closing, and fists like drums
Rain, rain, rain down upon your love.

This is the darkness that waits for you,
winding tired fingers in dirty hair
as you stare down mirrors. The phone
rings off the hook; smile as you speak
but don’t look down, you misunderstood.

Crave nights spent alone in lonely rooms
without anyone to hold you; doubt
never asks or presumes, and tears just
stain their way through. Call once if you’re
good to go; pack your enemies close.

He’s as cold as a knife again,
Lifts an arm to reel you in;
The past is twisting with his words;
The gate is closing, his kisses hurt,
Rain, rain, rain down upon your love.

Rain, rain, rain down upon your love.
Broken hearts in a pool of blood.