Maps

Azul skies drown
Grey drags them down
Fresh crisp rain hits the ground
Awfully quiet for something so loud...

Maps upon windows
And tears upon mirrors,
Blood in the sink,
The ice in your drink
Cracks in the cold,
Walls leaking mould,
Sound echos 'round
Shaking the ground.

My mind is a maze
So get directions
Before you enter.