Ravens and Butterflies

Waiting under rain,
Falling in heavy sheets
The skies torn asunder;
by the feathery, whispering hands of titans.

The black droplets,
Impacting rhythmically
Upon my face, I thank you;
You tears cover mine oh so well.

And I know I'm waiting for someone,
And I might as well give up
I'm never going to get the things I want;
Which is fine with me, as if it mattered.

I stand and wait in the wooden halls,
Wasting time counting ravens and butterflies
I wish you were here;
I'll wait all night, I can't sleep anymore anyways.

I feel like I'm running myself into a circle,
Or digging myself into a grave
The quicksilver blood of giants filtering down
I shiver in the cold.

I wish you could see me;
Wish you could see me for who I am
Instead of this monster I walk around as,
So I take up a mirror.

And I look into it,
And I turn into stone
Dying was simple,
Living was the masterpiece,
the locus of my efforts.