Depression falls like rain on the masses,
soaking in the discontent of fallen reflections.

Shattering in the thoughts that whisper
ever more with closed minds.

The flood gates vent a deluge of filth
saturating the skin in delusions of self.

Never again, again never pertained to
this time repeating like a B movie reject.

I look at the world were in now, and I feel
clouds over us, even though the sky has none.