Purple rain 
crimson tears,
all the colors melting,
into a pool of muck.

The pale moon shining,
a new egg laid,
among the dark straw 
of the night sky.

Sour diamonds sparkling,
my angel faced savior blotted,
out from existence,
wheels turning round.

The pale egg moon cracks,
spilling bloody yolk,
onto the deadened forests,
onto my hands.

Oily tears of comprehension,
melting into thick shadows,
the bloody yolk staining,
purple rain.