When it rains
I count the little droplets on the window
I avoid the cold black widow
As it hangs high at the ceiling
It gives me an odd feeling
A feeling that makes me wish
That even if I'm rich
Death would be my escape
From a world
Hollow and *****
From a vision
Of pure and total hate
Why do these people hate me
Why do they hurt and interrogate me
Asking unspoken questions
Looking for unknown answers
Invalidating my prestige
Through intolerably hateful banter
Yes
I see this
And feel the pulsing of my veins
Yes
I see this
Every time it rains