Visions of rain through a broken window,

Let it welcome you to reason,

Let it be beauty in front of you but you are unable to see,

May it be the sweetest fruit known as you lose the ability to taste,

The angel of anger different to us all, I will use mine so your unable to stand,

Crawling across the floor in the dark, let it be your blind hands frantically reaching for safety as you navigate this world I have left you in.

Let your skin burn as loved ones touch you,

May your ears bleed as my demons whisper your name.

Practically, in a reality that is faced with depravity