That's why it rains upwards

That’s why it rains upwards!

Feel my throat go dry in the middle of the night,

Feel my ears buzz with a rip-roaring might,

Feel my mind reduce into organic shards,

In my world, that’s why it rains upwards…

Smell that fuzzy wound, fiery and so deep within,

Rub against that enamel breath, my seething skin,

Twist and walk away, I hope it ain’t the Cotards’

In my world, I believe it rains upwards…

This bitter-sweet has faded into grainy cinema,

and my eyes half-gouged, enjoy delusional diorama,

Thus, I must only peer, fathoms deep, only inwards,

In my world, it ought to rain upwards…

Discover that in the dungeon of my black emotions,

There lies a shiny sword of freedom, awaiting instructions,

Feed it all that it knows, again and again, till it retards,

In that world, it could rain upwards…

Few will understand, and fewer will respond,

When the poet and his melancholy muse, end their song,

If it all was that simple, we would kneel and look skywards,

And in that world, it would no longer rain upwards…