Today it rains like never before,
It wears grace and pain;
It feels like a woman.
The cruel abyss of my cavernous
Heart wears violent black flora
In the furrow of my deep grief.
On this day no one has asked for me,
I pray to God and ask forgiveness
For how little I have died.
This mortal crusade that fasts on emotion,
It wears me like a fleece of flesh
That weeps softly at the soliloquy of me.
I wish I could beat on all the doors
And find good behind anyone,
But I soak in a puddle of self pity.
Destiny has seen to my downfall,
The backwash of suffering welling
Into my soul, today it rains as never before.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
Today it rains like never before,
It wears grace and pain;
It feels like a woman.
The cruel abyss of my cavernous
Heart wears violent black flora
In the furrow of my deep grief.
On this day no one has asked for me,
I pray to God and ask forgiveness
For how little I have died.
This mortal crusade that fasts on emotion,
It wears me like a fleece of flesh
That weeps softly at the soliloquy of me.
I wish I could beat on all the doors
And find good behind anyone,
But I soak in a puddle of self pity.
Destiny has seen to my downfall,
The backwash of suffering welling
Into my soul, today it rains as never before.
