The Rain
Rain falls
on a bloodied knife
like tears from
a grieving sky
like tears from
eyes slowly
draining of life
She lays there
on the ground
staring at her
angel of death
a face with
no expression
hides all emotions
the blade gleams
in the darkness
reflection caught
from a streetlamp
A last breath
A last sigh
barely heard
as she dies
Her angel of death
What is he waiting for?
while the rain falls
like tears of sadness
shed over a new grave
in the urban jungle tonight
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