Black Rain
by JetNoir
Note: I've just started to watch Noir, and have been drawn into this amazingly fantastic beautiful world…I'm hooked! This is just another strange poem that I wanted to try; however I'm only up to episode 13 (Season of Hell) at the moment, so I don't think there are that many spoilers, and I'm sorry in case there are any!
It's raining again, and all
I think about is you. Sometimes I
feel
that I am dreaming I cannot breathe or
think or smell
I'm not sad
does that make me bad?
Butterflies float off my brain.
Sometimes I don't know what to think,
I even say that I'm still here
and that I can be warm
not cold like snow or ice.
Smoke rises as I sit in the darkness
as I can only pray that this is not
the end…
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JetNoir