Cherry in the Rain.
Pastel dream, drifting down the road...
Drowning; lathered by the colorless day.
The silence continuously, breathlessly falling...
Dead weight world forever calling...
My delicacy of life is forgotten.
Only to chafe it's outer core.
And dock amongst the withering scraps,
Torn remnants of the dying moor.
Shallow water, stray from her tread...
(And boreal, frigid, wintry embrace...)
She craves warm, open arms of triumph,
And a glimpse to never meet its erase....
Yearning to possess direction,
A voice that reckons intuition...
A beckon into new salvation...
That lies yet beyond the binding door.
But despair, woe, eclipses the passion,
That enlightens hope to this weary heart.
An eternal cycle starved into memory..,
Stuck in a marred, diminished depart.
By nothingness, caresses the morrow...
Black void engulfed by crimson hollow.
Such beautiful, effervescent pain...
My fading cherry in the rain.
Drowning; lathered by the colorless day.
The silence continuously, breathlessly falling...
Dead weight world forever calling...
My delicacy of life is forgotten.
Only to chafe it's outer core.
And dock amongst the withering scraps,
Torn remnants of the dying moor.
Shallow water, stray from her tread...
(And boreal, frigid, wintry embrace...)
She craves warm, open arms of triumph,
And a glimpse to never meet its erase....
Yearning to possess direction,
A voice that reckons intuition...
A beckon into new salvation...
That lies yet beyond the binding door.
But despair, woe, eclipses the passion,
That enlightens hope to this weary heart.
An eternal cycle starved into memory..,
Stuck in a marred, diminished depart.
By nothingness, caresses the morrow...
Black void engulfed by crimson hollow.
Such beautiful, effervescent pain...
My fading cherry in the rain.