My Sins in the raindrops

The sweet taste of the rain drops down my face.

My hair sinks in my shoulder all soaked.

My apprent tank drips soft warm water from a beautiful storm.

Lonely, leaning down on a tree, to many raindrops fluttering my eyes.

Many things I want.

Many things I need.

My unholy sins sings.

My unholy sins finally forgiven.

Wanting no more of love.

I still want your heart.

...All of it...

to be mine

to have my name on it.

Falling into reality again.

I see more of my mind blurring as my dry tears and soft rain drops drys on my cheeks.

Mixing through my body, it's safe to say that I can finally breathe.

Through the essence of hell, as the rain drops fall to thunder.