Standing in the pouring rain
Water dripping down your face,
Hair in strands covering your eyes,
Eyes that stare and full of pain.


Never has there been such sadness,
Nor anger nor hatred nor madness.
A look fit to **** the devil
The devil that is me.

        And so,
Standing in the pouring rain
With tears streaming down your face,
The look of evil in your eyes,
        Ends,
Ends the life in me.