It's raining here.
Drip, drop.
Goes the rain.
Don't ignore my pain.
It's harsh,
out here in the rain, alone.
I'm cold.
The tall buildings rip the sky into halves.
Which separates you, from me.

Ever light my heart,
whispers are crawling.
To seem as if the future wides,
amidst the darkness, shadows fly.

Paradise has a dark side.
Some, crave for that single glimpse of darkness.
" I've come to bring you home."