Rain.

Paradise is in her arms- the girl with sunshine in her eyes. Promises of her warm embrace are the only things that beckon me out of my solemn silence:
She's ot there, Bullets.
The acid-rain clouds whisper secrets- dropping bittersweet kisses down from heaven. The poison burn lingers on the skin. Scarring. Tastes like a mix of sugar and cyanide. The soft *tink! tink!* of the drizzle (so familiar) accompanied by the unsettling sizzle of eroding flesh and metal.

(Rain, rain. Go away. Come again another day...)

I swore I'd save her...
The rain may persist, but I'll never back down.

Love may be a crazy thing, but PROMISES, PASSION, and PERSISTENCE are what will kill m in the end.
The Devil's tears burn like Hellfire.

(Rain, rain. Go away... Let the sun come out to play...)