As I stood outside in the pouring rain,
wheezing eyes rushing solemn rivers,
sagging eyelids plastered and slowed,
there was a deep black **** slashing
my soul, smashed bricks creeping
inside swallowed holes, a staggering
depth deepening inside my brain.
And as I embraced the strong icy winds
whipping against my face, frigid frames
floating in disgrace, misplaced, my slit
heart was in a sunken state.  There was
the scattered songs screaming across
the skyline, stained and straining, a
bad whiskey beat stale and burning,
faded and harboring, a flooded harmony
faint and drugged.  And as I gazed at the
gray fog intensifying in the shadows,
ragged ochre tanned trees throaty
and trembling, still leaves stuck in space,
I told myself I would never fall too deep
in love again.  But my heart is crying in
dead whispers, raw scorched and dwelling.
And as much as I tried to escape your love,
I found myself falling back into your tightened
grip, further beyond a darkened ocean.