red drops.
i shower on my thoughts , from an empty vessel
the drops of red hold on from a string.
the song of tragdedy the caring mother whistle
we run in contempary dancing while we shower on the red rain.
red shower rain from our woods.
like a chain , hands together
runing around the circle of nowhere.
tommorow will be our flower
mother, mother as no living creatures we will still escape .
trust me
there is still hope
please carres my face under you drops of water .
i will find myself on your soaking gloves
carry myself with your vessel .
father wont find us now
on the end of rivers shore .
in the depth of the river
soaking red with the joy of the undead.
there is still hope.
©destiny
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