When I'm full of condensed regret
And the clouds are spitting down
Blame, shame, and hatred
Like shards of glass they embed
Inside my worn, dusty skin;
Leaving pores wide open
To leak out staining sin.
Streaks of black and red
Pave my road of death.
It's raining inside my head,
And my brain is an umbrella skeleton,
Crooked and rusty, offering no protection.

-SLuR