Should I be convinced that I’m just plain
a cold and colourless child of rain?
Or is it that I transcend color so you’re unable to categorize me…
then you say I have no smell
well…hell; I like that, a compliment that I will dwell….
and of course
you need me, like artist needs song
and as I lay on the concrete my body is slowly eaten by suns rays, but I don’t bleed…my body rather disappears as it’s set a blaze..but….blaze? For I cannot catch fire, yet I steam
and descend to the heavens evaporate with desire.
Only to die, and fall from the sky again.
Abundance, you flush me with waste…..some friend.
Treat me like shit, add me with paste, I’m on your lip……an every time I hug someone….for too long…they die….so how is that me…I….sustain life, and take it as fast as it intakes me…..
Water you…….no…water we…