An onslaught of rain
dripping on his battered sneakers,

Head down with grief
he just wants to call the reaper.

His plentiful cries
disguised because of the tormenting sky.

No more love in his heart,
even outside it appears dry.

He repeatedly asks why,
the sorrowful beginning of his demise.

His head soaking wet,
just this one moment left him baptized

The blink of an eye is too quick
for a soul to leave it's eyes.

Even the most wise of our time
couldn't protect the prayers of this size.

That memory controlling his head,
taking up all the space once used to plan ahead.

He had committed no crime,
but he sees in constantly stuck on rewind.

Nowhere to go,
Nowhere to be,

he crawls to the phone booth to hear her voice
one last time.

I've been away from my pen for a while.
It's always with me, speaking silently
I've trained myself to ignore the presence
Even though I acknowledge I've been distant
Reminders of the lack of activity lead me far away.
I wish I knew why I don't pick it up as much anymore
I've been feeling less inspired as of late, yet I should make effort.
I need to fix this before it worsens

You hear that?
That faint echo
Luring you closer
Telling you to let go.
The quiet mumur
Plants an idea
Wanting to grow
Curiosity keeps it alive
Lust dispels any divide.
But I see no sun
I'm closed off from it
I want to leave
But I fail to have the means
Just leave me be echos
Your torment will not work on me