Tonight rains for us only
For the sick and the lonely
For the hollow and broken
The firmament tears
Tonight rain falls
For us only
Forgiving
Absoluting guilt
Proviidng a mask
To disguise
The depravity we seek
When she became all that she became
There was nothing left to recognise
The emptiness k**s
So she f**ed herself dry
And could no longer try
To feel anything inside
A black and white still
Of the actress at night
Captured in monochrome
For the theatre wall
The mirror can not reflect
the beauty she expects
And there is nothing left
To lose
Or to gain
In the end
When she became all that she became
There was nothing left to recognise
There is no-one left to remember you when I am gone
Narration
Dead London sighs dense anxiety out of black Westminster lungs full of sickness.
A decomposing clamber that infects his every puddle grazed foot foward, while the population dreams safely asleep...