Downpour

There's a door in my head

Where a bird makes his bed

In winter

Composing a dirge

In a flurry of slurs

And splinters

Drawn by decay

The swarm finds its prey

Where I brood

Filling my ears

With the hissing of jeers

And wormwood

But when my mind was almost dust

Struck a flash from above

But my eyes turned up

The sky cracked with rain

And the Satan washed out

In the thunderstorm

His brothers, they wept

And were swept to his feet

In the downpour, the downpour

And oh, the door

I opened no more

For the vultures

The sky cracked with rain

And the Satan washed out

In the thunderstorm

His brothers, they wept

And were swept to his feet

In the downpour, the downpour

And oh, the door

I opened no more

For the vultures