Fire to the rain.

Wasting away, fading myself,
Running afar, from nowhere.
Empty bottles, shattered bruises,
Down where I go.
Hell? I won’t know.
Where do I throw?
This life of my own?
Owing no good debt,
Dealing no good hands.
And the answer is near,
If the skies get clear,
Make some clouds fly away,
I need this life,
To be okay again.

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