Statued

Watch the dark clouds bruising Bellies flushed with water They swell above your heads Pull your coats around you Feel the wind cut through them Scraping at your bones Hold her in the falling rain Hold him like you've never done Let this be a moment T

[Guillory, LaBrie] I sit and read your story Mortal image statued Delusions of one's glory Irony masked in virtue When mom she told me "I'm not going to live forever" She gave this manuscript to me "To read when I am gone" Tell me what