An inevitable noose just winding Waiting it's descent into particularly sensitive flesh Pain Internal suffering to actually bear guilt.. Of truth Place blame Place excuses for each web made All things considered, it rains.
Rain being ephemeral in it's extent Yet always powerful in it's duration Rain is the silent secrets that out pour As claws dig in and tear away Send them all out, and bleed The only way wounds mend Take all the thoughts Flooding Jumbled Messy Wild river... And clarify Cease the riptide Guilt.Frustration.Blame.Shame.
And all the same river that creates them Even with eyes shut Perpetually, we are in control
LIES**
...Tell yourself that Close your eyes Just dream Smile It will stop raining soon, sweet child