Apparent Transparence

Rain like desolate free falling petals. From a dark faceless sky. Without remorse. Without reason. To this drowning death. This suffocated way of living. And my lungs torn and crushed. The phone is a phony script. No tools of contrite. The window tells lies of freedom. And the air outside is toxic. I've seen into the soul. And the blossom of new life. And I've seen into your eyes and green trails to your spirit. But I've also seen hesitation bawling up in your fists. I've also seen your gravitation. To a feeling you couldn't dismiss. But now it lingers and fades away. And now I linger on it. You cut it out from your veins ignoring it's effect. I'm infected by it. And desperate for the antedote. But still desperate for you.