Not my tears

Continues the sky.Willowy hair.  Three more shots,my illuminous calling.Heaven and hell always.Roaches scuttle under there,beneath sky's sadness.Leaving home forever.Streets full of rain lost, broken,blood stained faces adorn life.Ironic rivers.Rain on rooftops in buckets,heaven and hell wounded.In my room heartlessthe wind takes words on my tongue.A drainpipe you met.