Pitter patter they went
drenching sidewalks with an ashen flood
Raindrops of grey
upon a lacklustre street
Lamps of ghostly light

And then my spine stiffed
The lady of the grey boulevards,
pale with apathy
I froze with chilling lips
being planted on my cheek
How warm, how gentle
Pause

"AHH!"
Hugs poisoned with mania
and lips of contagious callousness
Her lips curl upwards
And ****
Conceal, conceal, conceal!
Masqueraded pain
with smiles as a veil

So now I shuffle
in boulevards of grey
Cynicism my loyal hound,
misanthropy my doctrine
I swear the rain still goes pitter patter
Dull and lead and heavy
But I must be silly
This is all in my head...
Right?