skies of lead

I am one single giant bruise
From the never ending strain
Of repelling thoughts so obtuse
That they all throw at my brain.

Cleanse my eyes of shades of pain;
Erase the thoughts of our demise;
Send all remorse down the drain
So they may reflect the skies.


Tears fall down from skies of lead,
Dark and heavy as my soul.
They awake a spirit supposedly dead
And relentlessly continue to roll.

And the rain becomes me
Just when you become the skies:
Weep me over this lonely city
To clear the sadness from your eyes.