Cherophobia

No harm intended
I'm sorry if you couldn't fit
In my empty hands
Lay your head
On my pillow made of concrete
Under my two-ton blanket

They swallowed my river dry
Lurking under my sky
You've drowned me under your flood
Of tears made of blood

Quench your thirst
Fill all the gaps when
The bubble burst
Feel the snowball push
You against the wall
Meet your ends
I saw when you
Lit up that match
Setting your arson
From scratch

They swallowed my river dry
Lurking under my sky
You've drowned me under your flood
Of tears made of blood