Shall I Compare Thee…

---Inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?---

Shall I compare thee…

To the rain beating down on my skin?
To the sun lighting up the empty sky?
To the moon controlling the fluid tide?

Cause you’re fists beat me like heavy droplets.
Striking purple blows
Hearing the crunch echo in the silent heart.

Cause you’re blinding me with UV rays.
Infesting my skin
With the cancer of my love

And you’re controlling my rag doll mind.
Caring not of love
Or the sanctity of my frail human life.