The rain still spills down my spine,
The heavy clouds are gathering.
Blank eyes are forever watching
As the Raven hovers ever near
Guardian of my fear.
Those noises still echo in my ears,
Cold still grips me with her iron claws,
As words dribble off my listless skin
Accept what you see,
As they always did,
And never know that, that rain is still dripping down my spine