this thunderstorm takes hold of my soul. i see no more.
the neighborhood’s melody plays long after i have gone.
but, I guess, that’s what you’ve always wanted. to not exist in this world that has hurt you so.
frustration chews at your soul.
tragedies tear apart lives.
tears sinking into aging skin.
alone, the moon carries its weight in life. and never does someone lend a hand to shoulder the burden.
creative destruction destroys the old and ushers in the new.
they dream of the End.
the rain masks your tears.