Strike in love, Rain pours, & Quicksand (scraps)

Strike in love, die in blood.
Let the crimson fill the voids,
Watch the rivers cascade the street,
The road of damnation is at your feet.

Rain pours,
My head cracks against the floor,
It's always in my heart and in my soul.
The clouds are crying,
These divine tears are signs of dying,
Each scar is a lying,
And the rain is pouring in my head.

Because we're sinking into a tainted quicksand
A ghastly lurid pool of shattered thoughts
And boiling tear-drops,
Sucked into a naiive disaster of our own wills.

Author notes

Scraps written while talking to my depressed freind, kinda inspired by the emoness of it all. I should put a third one up, for a second friend, but I haven't written anything for her... You know, that second one goes out to her, it doesn't really connect to my first friend. And no, no ones going on a massacre. Just felt like posting them. Poof to y'all! God loves you!

:Edit: Third one from talking to first person.
Written November 1st, 2005