Rain and mist,

Cloud the sky.

Cloud your eyes.

The blue is gone,

The color from shiny to dark.

Thunderstorms brew,

And they're tearing you up.

Tearing you up inside,

Killing you for only my eyes to see.

Mutilating you,

Harming your mind.

You're powerless against it,

You must just float.

Float and hope.

Hope that the pain will end.

But deep down you don't believe.

And that loss of faith is what is holding you back.

You must believe.

In the hope for a better life.

In the hope for a life not simply shrouded

With dull gray clouds

That take over your beauty.

Because if you don't,

Your eyes will be misty forever.