precipitation, floundering my state of mind
i start drowning myself in one breath of time
until i feel the wetness of my bones, and get cold
and begin to lose control of my soul
i panic and scream: “death is near, death is near”
but no one is here, no one is here
no one comes even close to my near
i cry i cry, i ask myself why
why does it have to rain when i cry
floundering perceptions, truthful directions
keeping my mind at the roof of protection
opposing senses, i see that it’s red
i start yelling: “it’s red, it’s red!”
but it’s my blood that’s been already bled
i’m alive and i’m helplessly giving
precipitation is bedazzlement
my bones wet, swimming