Black Rain

by JetNoir

Note: I've just started to watch Noir, and have been drawn into this amazingly fantastic beautiful world…I'm hooked! This is just another strange poem that I wanted to try; however I'm only up to episode 13 (Season of Hell) at the moment, so I don't think there are that many spoilers, and I'm sorry in case there are any!

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It's raining again, and all

I think about is you. Sometimes I

feel

that I am dreaming I cannot breathe or

think or smell

I'm not sad

does that make me bad?

Butterflies float off my brain.

Sometimes I don't know what to think,

I even say that I'm still here

and that I can be warm

not cold like snow or ice.

Smoke rises as I sit in the darkness

as I can only pray that this is not

the end…

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JetNoir