Detached from Circs by Deceits

i see the sky about to rain / vicious cold settles in my bones.
will this rain wash away what i carried so deep inside? erase the fear that has been asleep?
i have been the bitter one for far too long, but now everything went wrong suddenly falls into place.
every „i am sorry“ might not be too little too late.
every footprint i left on the ground to cover the distance revalues into the hardest part of the lesson i have learned.
so i am waiting for the driving rain that will sort out my longing for escaping this/ make sense of my habits, my sins and failures.
and when the first raindrops come down i recall bit by bit that without fear there are no feelings, without feelings there is no life, without life there is no beginning and without beginning there is no end.
rain infests my soul/washes away my agony of mind.
i can't persist in error.
i always used to shelter from the yesterdays, from the eternal recurrence of the past.
protecting my injured heart.
i have to confess i was too blind to see my fears clearly proof
that i am alive.

• Punk
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