Make it rain

It's hot inside, I cannot breathe, I wish like snakes

crawl out my skin; what could I plead – torment

or mercy? Get off the pan or be the steak?

Please, make it rain – my head still shakes;

as eyes roll down the floor. The garment

of my robe still splattered red – I lament

of the days gone by. The bed is staged…

My blood has ditched me, this hollow stump;

my body hiding underneath. The bed just beckons:

“Come out and sleep!” The night goes bump

as they all enter… Make it rain, before they camp

my nightmares trounce; my foolish reckon –

Alas, no answer, the void still echoes;

and I am waiting for the jump!

The abyss looks deep, should I dare push

my hand to grab the final straw?

My urges fervent shouting: “Mush!”

Oh, does it fall for me? – The rush! –

I feel the madness and despair, claws

run deep when letting go – my jaw

still hurts for pulled out tooth – I gush…

Please, let it rain – outpouring sounds;

my throat is shut, the claws rend meat…

I cannot see, I cannot feel – zounds

of flies are feasting mayham. All rounds

on me, all dibs and shotgun, the end meets

starters – love at first sight! I fail to treat

this serious nature, as my carcass fractures wounds.