I want the world to give away, i want the rats to drown, i want them in their boxes, full of fear, melted faces in the intermittent crude light of the strong bolts hiting the floor.
I am hypnotized, standing like a divinity above the roofs, streams of pure water slipping along my bare feet. For once in my life my chin is up and my eyes are bright, the angry sky pours a curtain of needles, the streets are washed of these filthy humans, and i delight the dance of the swirling dust. My veins are bitter, this fresh ablution coating my entangled body rises up my spirit, i'm beyond and i'm different, nature gives me the peace i bruised my fist for, my blood will be drained and it's all i wanted, sweet rain, sweet lover, i prayed for you through endless nights, here it comes!
The junk of the city is a chaos of black and grey, and twinkling glimmers, that paints the perfect wish of an anarchist. The trembling windows, the molested leaves, the slamming doors, the damp creatures, the racing clouds, the rusty crumbling happiness imitation... , the love... , my love... gnawing my inner fibres, all is going in the plug of oblivion, and i'm here to watch the end comming while the crawling ones will drink their shame till they vanish.
Only pretty shapes will stay scatered on the sidewalks. It's my luck... i learned to swim!
"I am hypnotized, standing like a divinity above the roofs" I like your approach to the rain scene. You described how the atmosphere caused by the falling rain (the droplets like a "curtain of needles") reflects your feelings. I feel you revealed more of yourself with this image; whereas, I simply chose a perspective of another to see what I wanted to see. Strange, maybe I saw the city from your view...but I made you more grounded and you chose to see from a height. Cool
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