Beneath the Manuscripts of Rhythmic Raindrops

way down deep in a heartache, i dump myself and become the reluctant angel i am tinged all over and it hurts to even think of moving i am moving while frozen as all and everything stops way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops way down deep in a heartache, constipated confusion blows its pungent odor on the tip of my consumption i am bloody blue all over and it hurts to even move to the thought of thinking i am frozen while moving as all and everything stops way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops way down deep in a heartache, murky water cocktails snatch me up and i am the calm cowboy viewing captivating constellations i am ecstatic while my currents are being unrealistically revitalized i am falling in an endless pit of blindsided truth as all and everything drops way beneath the manuscripts of rhythmic raindrops