Riding with You in the Rain is a Dangerous Profession

A fight is brewing and it’s windy out

Hair blows in your face but you’ve learned how to see through

And now rain falls from the sky


A drip down your face

The desire to ravage them like a hurricane on the coast

And now dark grey clouds the sky


Lightning in eyes

The world is swirling

You watch life leaving eyes

Twisted knife, hands curling when rigor mortis sets in like the snow


After deed is done

You feel the thunder grow further in the distance

But you still have to live with what you did

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