Deluge

Pouring rain down upon us
 Crying rivers of nothingness
 Drowning in a sea of regrets and torture
 Observing the shadows of the spotlight
 So golden and bright
 Hearing the chants of the silent fields
 Admiration from afar
 Acknowledge thy presence
 A man can be just a form
 Reality in inception
 Rainstorm of affection
 As desire is expelled
 Within the ranks of agony
 And through the graves of fallen messiahs
 A pessimist's credo
 Shall redeem his flesh
 Desolation is our call
 Standing under the streetlights
 In the corner of both past and future
 Counting nails from a box
 Impatience tearing his face apart
 The clocking anxiety which ceased to stop
 Impinging sounds cut through the roaring skies
 The trumpets of the numbing void
 Will break through the walls of nothingness
 Gazing under the hour's spell
 At the soundless storms of decay
 On hands and knees
 Feeling the concrete spines
 The breathing mirrors
 Reminding what people looked like
 But the look is immersive
 As there can be just one
 It's not a clone but the man observed
 Calm returns, the pounding beating chest
 Let him wash away the other's pain