Like clouds that hide stars, I dare to relive these stains
Cuts that ran like waterfalls just to keep me breathing
I buried stories beneath scars, birthing angels in veins
A conception in a grave we mourned with a lack of irony
I bled with the sky, misplacing every rainbow
Colorblind ambition drenched in emptiness
Drowning in fire and knives, just outside her window
Prophets of delusion burdened by a razor’s kiss

Storms come and go with rain and snow to remind us of those days
When cuts could heal and wind could steal my smile until it fades

Somewhere between art and a funeral
My eyes were rinsed with a sincere fallacy

My inner storm rages on, raining on my smile, and I am lost in memory