It's raining ... with death


It's raining, with the pain of all humans
It's raining, with the pain of all dead people
It's raining with desperation of closed agony
In the cage of a drain soul emptiness of any gladness
It's raining, with tears, it's raining with agony
It's raining, with the pain of a magle heart
magle of the feelings lost a long time ago
It's raining, and it seems that the whole world is crying
after everything that was beautiful once

It's raining, with the pain of a rose that has no petals
It's raining, with the blood of red roses
It's raining, with the innocence of a child that hasn't know pain yet
It's raining, with death pearl
with an echo that vibrates over the outer limits
in the eternal silence that sheets on time.

It's raining, with desperation thought
which push all the matter and substance to death
It's raining, on the ground and it's raining in the sky
It's raining, on angels and on those who
thought that with wings they can fly to the absolute
It's raining, on people and it's raining in people

It's raining, interminably
It's raining, with the death of what ever was beautiful once
and honestly, in this world
It's raining, with the decease of happiness
with disappointment and empty souls.
It's raining, with the hopeless scream of unborn children
with the fright of those who have to die
with the terror that sink like a claw in your hearts.

It's raining, with death.