If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm

Because you would call upon a downpour to drain out the wishes in my veins

And you might let my tears engulf the neighborhood, if it meant I would remain sane

But eventually, my raindroplets would overcome this town,

that I have known as my snare

And on that day, the town will arise with a tint of green,

along with spiteful winds and anxious seas.

It will be the morning when you finally wish for death upon me

Except, I have become death, and you are the eye of the storm that’s always been in me