Downpour

This parasite is thickening underneath the skin, underneath the mind. Planting the evil seed from the root to the weed. I've become nothing I ever was, and I am everything I needed to be. All in all, we have fled from the gardens, to the heavens. The ability to panic has stretched our nerves, we find ourselves continuously breaking. What seemed like a dying day, has surely quenched my thirst for living. Now we break the ties and swallow the currents. Let the hurricane shower in me. To hell with these evil minions and all things hollowed of love. The tongues of dying men can drag me deep into the darkness of the ocean, but evil will have to lurk in light to find me. I've said all I needed to say, now shut the grave. Unbreakable hearts and minds; will Live Long in time, smile on.