Constantly
chasing
a
high
that
no
longer
feels
good

No amount of rain can erase the tear stain upon my face.
No, not I
Oh, not I going to wish for rain for it to happen.

Don't matter how many songs sing about it.
This just not me just to get sick over losing my love.

No
No, I rather spend a day hurt.
And wake up in the morning still blue.
While not giving her comfort that in the rain walking.


She tells her friends I am a fool.

You're the past I craved for.
The present I adore.
The future I want.
I love you.

Eyes stinging,
Ears ringing,
Children clinging.

let rot my mental status                                                           ­       
to fruit the flies
billow the belly through the button                                          
                                                      throat the needle thru the eye
sleeve the lamb back into the mutton
and make a glutton
of our air supply
guff it all out
       flatus