Quietly the Rain Shatters

The rain has gotten so thick, as it pours from the sky. Every drop hits you like a hammer. It's so thick, and juicy, bright and bold with hate. It's easier to drink now that the days have started to fade.

With every fit of reason falling from the sky, pale and quickly dying are the leaves of shattered May. I crawl through my little tunnels far back inside your head, hoping to get lost and never face the world again.

But even as I try so hard, I'm forced out with gnarled hands. I can't do a thing but wait for it all to come to a pleasant end. Oh how I wish I could be fly, or even a change of scene; because every day I look to you, I feel the need to breathe.