Cauldron

Rain and thunder never dies never explains why they bleed in natural disaster is a heinous crime I bid you to have me framed not that I have a second skin but i am ready to take the blame Pour down the sufferings Pour down the grief I do not care whether yours or not Pour the blood for that you have bled but be careful, this thing is hot All i can do is gulp the poison instead Seems I am living a granted life and part of it is largely true sterile emotions, never real that doesn't heal, doesn't feel yet tries to mend the gaps of you I've been to places few caught by the rear-window's breach but rest docile and doomed to view a pixelated world seeing far off faces ever so new I humbly hope to meet them in places where this stationary heart can never reach I don't know if I'll be buried or burned for all the things I have bled I flew away once out of trepidation But this is my Home where i shall nest where i shall rest...