More and more I feel this day slipping away never getting a chance to play in the rain as it falls so softly on my head I feel it consuming me and my thoughts, with every drop it fills my mind with more and more deep thoughts and consuming my sprit replacing with a void that is unnatural to the sight of other men, this is the effect of the rain that seeps deep in the roots of my confessions of hate and anger know only one way out through my words and through my key strokes on the written battle field of love and truth this game is never going to end caught in an eternal tail spin heading for the open void that never shuts its mouth always spitting words like a chain of destruction that never gets put out quicker and quicker it fills up the space between this and that over the hills and far beyond what we can see to be the free spirited love sick child chasing only what you cannot grasp with a hand of blood staining the white washed burden that is your life full of sorrow and sleeted road ways slipping and spinning your mind as you try to break free of this self made and broken hell that tells you to destroy the things that you have loved so much and now it is gone falling to the dark never to be seen again.