Bad Luck

When it rains it pours Bad luck soars You're falling apart Behind closing doors When the lights go out You're consumed with doubt Your losing your voice But dying to shout The domino effect Your life is a wreck One wrong move And you sprained your neck A stroke of bad luck You're a sitting duck You try breaking free But your body is stuck In sets of three Inevitably You aren't superstitious But begin to believe Will it relent Your last penny spent You bang on the walls But can't make a dent A thud on rock bottom Devouring a crumb The sound of silence A high pitch drum