Across my black room they crawl
willing not to accept my ways
Careful not to fall as their night becomes my day
The white room holds many things
Including mistrust
My mind can't comprehend
This feeling called lust
Sometimes I sit in there
In pursuit of pain
When things are filled with shame
I make the Wicked Rain
Words by J Williams
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