Blood rain...

Blood tearing it's colour across the sky with a picturesque vision of futures without needed things. A classless immortal without wings. A dream without the feelings it brings. Tested and trained in blood rain, with faces drained of essence. Explanation needed and unread from texts not sent to the right number. Where does this all leave the slowly decrepit and dying? Scream in rage ad escape from reality's illusion to see a mirage of life. Impressive if a little faint. Pale and dry. Bring colour and return. This immortal walks again.

((Just don't ask... It's too deep for me, that one...))