By in Random

shelter in the rain

my heart wakes each evening and wanders out of the box it is protected by. I feel the outside air hit my face when the rain falls and blesses me once again. The people are standing around doing nothing as the music about heartache and tragedy screams from the speakers that are above us and I sip my drink. I feed once again and wash myself with the blood of Christ as she lays her head down. No one to talk too except for the cloven hoofed friend that has been following making me these crazy deals. I'm a atheist, he shouldn't be here I don't believe.

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