• ...And it's another rainy night

    Tears stain my windowsill no more

    It seems I just can't cry again

    But I could weep yesterday

    Most certainly I raised a little hell

    And my poor, poor window was the only who could tell


    Counting these cloud drops is forgetting that face

    The visage that so cruelly put me in prison

    Jailed by this biting sence of certainty

    What makes each separate dusk a difference?

    Could it be the hate I hadn't found

    Lying on my doorstep with no whisper of sound?


    Betrayal is a warm and cozy word

    When you've numbered as many drops as I

    Those unbroken pitch black skies are welcoming

    A ramshackle respite of comforting neutrality

    Oh, what exactly was it you said?

    Something along those lines of bed


    Humorous in how I don't remember

    Unable to recall why you began to sicken me

    The latch, he got a good laugh

    From the practical joke I told with my eyes

    Disguising such plentiful disgusts

    Piling one by one as the metal simply rusts


    Yet, that was yesterday, a picture in the past

    As today my eyebrows scream with nonchalance

    Biding time until I can fully explain

    Why I haven't contacted your relatives

    But would it matter, the information?

    Offering up apologies as an invitation


    Perhaps this disheveled prattler should go

    Walk away and finally get some rest

    Still, I can't take my sight away

    From this hearth wrung affrontery

    Vindictive to my personal quest

    Are your vacant stares a wicked test?


    ...And it's another rainy night

    Screaming no longer rattles my windowsill

    The dawn of delerium is finally over

    And calm reverberates on my countenance

    No longer do I have to hide

    From your precious little doorstep suicide