Free Cee a Junkies Joust With Injustice

PLEASE DON'T SPEAK SO CLOUD clouds converge overhead but only over mine everywhere else it's sunny instead so i take the cloudiness as a sign a cloud sighs up in the skies as addiction, a hopeless affliction hampers me and yes, this junkie hopelessly cries while my tears compete with a cloud's humidity i wonder about humidity's humility for it's subservient to a cloud as i am submissive to the rain's decree for it declares me a failure right out loud its voice is thunder, roaring with might and i hear every god forsaken word and although i put up quite a good fight its message of disaster has been loudly heard the clouds over my head are a sign of the doom i'm certain is soon to arrive sometimes i wish that i was born blind or even that i was never alive (c) 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~