Fall of the Midnight Rain
By V.G.S./E.G.S./R.G.S. or Whatever you know me as.
How long have I laid here,
Fading into oblivion in the darkness,
Sheltered only by the thoughts around me?
How long have I been surrounded,
Within the walls of this shaded confine,
And withered,
Without the care of someone?
How long has it been,
Since I have seen the light above,
And why do I not miss it?
Why has this all happened?
I ask this question of a fool,
And yet the answer rings clearly within my mind,
For I have lain here for one reason,
Since that reason,
And to that reason,
The Fall of the Midnight Rain.
Yes the fall,
It hath cursed my already sheltered soul,
And buried me deep within chained binds,
It hath strangled me,
So I cannot get out no matter my struggles,
It hath burned my skin,
So light may never comfort my existence,
No; not again,
And yet I want it; clearly so,
Yes; I want this rain to fall again,
Fall to ease this suffering I am experiencing,
And bury me deeper,
I have known that I cannot get out now,
So god tell me,
Why can't I go deeper instead?
