Oblique Rain

The icy rain douses the blaze inside of me,

Makes me stop in the middle of the street…

Can’t feel my hands, can’t feel my feet!

…

Remember: love it’s just forsake!

No more than an acceptable mistake,

A dream that won’t awake,

Egg that won’t hatch,

Utopian match

Still in the make!

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Arms wide open to the sky,

No point asking why,

Breathing the dark of the night into my veins…

I’m glad it rains!

It washes off my pains!

It ignores my complaints,

Plays tricks with my brains…

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Is life a fake?

Is hatching a mistake?

Is love nothing but an eggs match?

Am I dreaming awake?

What is the catch?

What’s to forsake?

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Can’t feel my hands, can’t feel my feet!

Just the blaze of the rain,

Washing off my brain

While falling icily on the street!