Bad dream

I like the rain in middle of the summer
And waterdrops that running down.
There nothing there to ruin this perfect hour.
Oh, mother nature, wash out the sins?

The time is endless in this weightless world.
There is nothing else that could hold us even,
And nothing left in this cleansing design,
By forces from above to be understand.

So here we are, in this timeline.
We, don’t match to those who is above.
You did stand up, while others stayed still,
While holding up in front of you your broken heart.

Hold, hold this moment a bit more,
While strangled to the branches of exposure,
A naked soul is gazed upon by many eyes,
Of vicious vulture that are gathered in crowds.

Their smiles, are creepily fanged into your mind,
You laughed, the moment you saw the death.
And yet, you feel that she has come here not for you,
But gazing in somewhat disgust into their eyes.

And time itself are still in motion.
And when the laughter fainted in the fog,
You stayed in devastated vast of nothing.
Reality is harsh itself, you know that this is dream.

But when this dream would end,
While only premonitions are haunting troubled soul?