Rain is a Tear that Never Cried, a Tongue that Never Lied, a Love that Died...

A cold mist hangs onto your nervous lips as they crack and blister and freeze. We lay, puzzled, pieces, broke. The sky is mute, still, we cannot move. Your eyes glaze over, your body fades. My memories rewind and I'm afraid. My body battles against the hollow bottles thrown to the ground. I hear your black and white sounds. No sky, no clouds.