my love's a laboratory

I am the rain that washes away sin
the removal of red from the hands of the innocent.
Greedy in the absorption of black to gray
I stand on my peak, wintering the summer days away.
I blow hot, but I breathe cold
and you have me act as a personal idol
I was left, I was right.
But the center was being held hostage.

Sickness stands stagnate in the mercury of love;
the fool I was.
Callously I watch from the bottom up to the top
stoic, because my vision is blocked.

I sure miss those early days
when we were so easy.

I walk away from the treason of their cursing eyes
only to stand in the fields of their race.
They retrace their words on my burning back,
I am idle.
I miss the old nuance of yesterday;
the trouble of the morrow takes its thrown.

I serve as the replacement for hollow.