The Rain of Pain

Rain falls like the tears of some unseen god. Tapping against my window like the persistent fingers of a pianist. The music is out of tune, and the wind provides the groaning song. I'm so used to it but I'm tired of starting over. This emptiness eclipses the memories of feeling whole. My life is a book full of pages falling out. My tears race down my cheeks eager to escape my ugly face. Sifting through discordant thoughts not sure which are real. Mind trapped in a haze forever damned by fear. This buzz in my ear is all too familiar. Ringing out like church bells but also like an alarm. If bliss cannot be found I'll drink until I find the abyss. We're born to die, to be expendable. The life of man is unceasing agony. A wall once full of friends and loved ones is devoid of life now. And all I have to show for my experiences is hate and crippling anxiety. Every shadow becomes sinister. Every noise is a nuke dropping on my mind. I have been forsaken by reason. And as the rain washes over my face I close my eyes. With these tears I regurgitate the lies. I'm a loser and sooner or later you know I'll be dead. Sooner or later...I'll be dead.