Despair's Cries

12:54am
10/05/2016

The thunderous clap rumbles through the sky, bringing shakes down the floor that we stand on. When the battering ram took the door down, Hell's army came rushing in from behind. The rain broke through the clouds that is desperately holding them and poured down on the people it look down at.

Down below, stands a man. Looking more lost than the drop of rains crushing against the touch of his skin. That man looked straight ahead with no sense of purpose. With the blinding rain limiting the vision of everyone else, perhaps people would finally see what he sees.

Tonight we sleep with the rain. Our heart beat with every drop of the rain. Its kiss gracing the cold of the wall housing us within. They cry of wanting to be let in. Not knowing the walls that house my soul has already been flooded with cries of misery and despair.

1:19am
10/05/2016

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