Storm Ends

Red is the rain tapping a vein
I've got a gut feeling in my brain
Seeping the earth, death and rebirth:
First man to die cries unearthed

Abel and Cain, over again,
flooding my chest till arcane
Rinsing the pain, leaving a stain
Wouldn't you yank, please, my chain

Yank until

it breaks! It quakes!
It shakes my tomb into a lake
Awake! Mistake!
For Heaven's sake, unmake:
The salt and blood in me are fake

Ingrate! Get straight
Pinocchio puns in puppet states
What waits predates,
at any rate pre-dates
whoever's late and desecrates

Make storm ends meet
or meet me with deceit

Defeat is sweet
as rain cast down on fever heat
It beats, repeats,
but who's heartbeat repeats
the roaring of a pleading bleat?

Oh sweep me off my feet
where storm ends meet

Within skies where all blood ascends
lightning forever blends
with light from which our race descends
Without thunder the storm ends