the rain pounds against my ramshackle house;
my puppy quivers like a mouse;
the sound of thunder sounds like my cackling mother.

the heavens cry with all their might;
my poor soul quakes and turns to blight;
the storm is here to save me from this fright.

the god i used to know throws down his wrath;
my wretched heart and mind accepts this predetermined path;
the rain is here to wash away this dark conundrum.

the sweet ****** experiences torment;
in the unforgiving torrent.

no longer sweet;
dares not meet.
can not weep;
can not sleep.

these can not be forgiven;
for nothing can be given.

the bitter ****** sees no more;
bitter to the very core;
heart and mind at war;
never was a bore.

this ****** walks;
never has time to gawk;
slowly drawing near the ledge;
simply wishing of a better end.

tiptoe, tiptoe;
never felt so low;
wind and rain;
swirl, swirl, swirl...

let go...
and...
*fall
fall
fall