January 10th

Outside it pours
Rain beats against the window panes

I can’t escape the noise
The screams of those I’ve lost

The fallen and the chosen
Those burning and those praising

All of it is in my head
I see it in their eyes
Living only in my dreams

All the screams inside my head
Echo from my diaphragm

Their voices join as one with mine
As I cut deeper into my chest
Their blood now flows as one with mine

So I will walk with them
In either Darkness or Great Light

As long as I am no longer there alone

The rain will tell a story
And keep my old flesh company