Literature
divide.
I can see the rain, every piece of it,
my flesh tingles in delight.
I shiver, shaking away the electric bumps of my skin,
feeling leaves my body in a rush.
I find myself hopeless in the natural adrenaline,
its like watching corruption plunge from heaven.
I can taste each hair of every drop inside my lips,
harmony strikes me over again.
I can see the peace in burning flesh
understand, our time has been killed.