The rain is almost silent with its stealthy pattering
I can still decipher our little song though
The rhythm of the drops is a mirror of my heartbeat
This road is empty in the dark leaving me to tear myself apart
Deconstructing what makes me whole and putting the pieces back once more
Ripped pieces of flesh shoddily sown together
Street lights shine dimly in the downpour
Even they are victim to the dark
If only the water could clean me anew
The distance from this mess would be welcomed
but here I am left to deal with the fallout of consequences
Time and time again I make the same mistakes
and the frustration makes me want to roar until the world shakes
I feel like an idiot to place my faith in those unworthy
and the tears of the sky serve as a constant reminder
The rain continues its quiet assault
and I just have to look up at the night sky with a grin on my face
while a certain finger sticks up
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
The rain is almost silent with its stealthy pattering
I can still decipher our little song though
The rhythm of the drops is a mirror of my heartbeat
This road is empty in the dark leaving me to tear myself apart
Deconstructing what makes me whole and putting the pieces back once more
Ripped pieces of flesh shoddily sown together
Street lights shine dimly in the downpour
Even they are victim to the dark
If only the water could clean me anew
The distance from this mess would be welcomed
but here I am left to deal with the fallout of consequences
Time and time again I make the same mistakes
and the frustration makes me want to roar until the world shakes
I feel like an idiot to place my faith in those unworthy
and the tears of the sky serve as a constant reminder
The rain continues its quiet assault
and I just have to look up at the night sky with a grin on my face
while a certain finger sticks up
