MindWraith

Purple black bruised skies
I see you throbbing
‘For who?‘
‘From what?‘
Bring up the storm
Whip up the wind
Let it howl
Let it rain
Let me catch the broken pieces
I hold no shade
no umbrella over me
come pour
I will catch
the littlest drops of you
with the whole of me
Don’t worry about the cold
You and me
can strike up
a firebolt