Rain VS Window

Stabbing and screaming for hours on in;
Like soft little bullets exploding so thin.
Hitting the surface that's not even there;
Leaving my form, for I am not fair.
Creation and destruction, it is all the same.
A gaseous state I was, a gaseous state I shall remain.
For silicone my enemy, this dreaded night.
For attaching its front line is not even a fight.
I'll roll off the line like blood from a wound.
Collecting at its base, I'm gone o' so soon.
My bonds have been broken, I've risen to the sky.
So I'll lose in this battle, to the air in disguise.

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