• Rain falls, dripping wet, mud all around
    Slowly, walking toward the end of the line
    With such a daunting form
    Passing time feels as if it has stopped entirely
    Just wanting to scream at the top of your lungs
    Unable to breath in the surrounding storm
    Droning in the thoughts running threw your head
    Wondering when they will catch what you are truly feeling
    Deciding on how it should be done
    Laying in the water allowing it to fall on you face Dreaming of a time of when you were once content
    Unable to remember one
    The savor rises above
    Closing your eyes emancipating yourself from the present world
    Putting distance between the complications of the ability to breath
    Incapable to control the shattering noise in the
    Vastness of your mind
    Numb from the rain encasing the remains of what you used to be
    Timing the touch and embracing the though
    Of self gratification realizing that you in no way will ever be loved
    Pouring down, socked to the bone, mud splashing