The rain patters onto my empty chest-
creeping into the enchanting chamber, 
waiting to seize the incorruptible mess,
that engulfs the conviction of my progress.

The slaying of happiness, 
the revitalisation of weaknesses, 
corrupts the mind, 
inducing a sense of bleaknesses. 
Defending its prey, 
from any possible delay, 
in disrupting the body and mind, 
of any drops behind. 

My body slithers, 
into nonexistent jitters, 
attacking my mind, 
from all of life’s glitters.