The rain.

by SmashedGuitar   May 20, 2006


The rain falls heavy.
Like silver bullets pericing my skin.
I fall to my knees.
Into the cold.
Into a puddle.
Into the mess of my life.
Why do i breathe?
Why do i bother?
Every step, I take.
Leads to another mistake.
Every breathe i take.
Seems so wasted.
I stare down the dark street.
Staring to the never ending.
The nothing ness of my life.
Shall i walk on.
or fall.

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