• The Rain Falls…


    On these misty streets, reflecting on the remains after divorce
    The dejected and battered reflection is all there seems to be now
    Your legal counsel left the court room, my heart shackled
    The last five years have all been erased
    Only the rain is left to cleanse me,
    Still paying for all the pain that you've done

    Venturing towards the lunacy of downtown
    Vision blurred by tears and the forceful rain
    Walking away from the shame
    While guilt seeps out from my heart
    I drove you not just from my life
    But into another person’s arms


    Before I could consider rather or not you ever truly cared
    Someone from out of the blackness seized me into the alley
    I couldn't afford to lose the last part of you I had
    So I pleaded past the falling rain to not have its life ended

    Perhaps from my beguile only the robbery continued
    The declaration of young life brought out a measure of love
    So I handed over my capital
    Crawling away from the punishing sin
    But just then a knife was produced
    Casting the horrid reflection of my pain


    After years of violence my face has changed with them all
    Now you add your blade to growing sharpness of my guillotine
    Can my detachment be the blame for all that has come onto me
    That this crushing cross, this Spiral Downward, is where I belong
    Was I birthed to live amongst pain?
    Is that why I am alive?

    So that when I retire to sleep every single time
    Your sweet smiling face will manifest in my mind
    Leaving me terrified, to the point of asphyxiation
    As you fill my battered soul with your repulsive accusations
    Unable to neglect it as I carry you still within me
    You gave this to me only for you want it taken away


    Retreating swiftly from the blade out of fear
    Tackled by strength and able to grasp only one woman’s attention
    Still we both looked up to see her looking in from the streets
    Before she ran into the rainy night, leaving me to be pillaged

    Guarding my middle as against the wall I was stood
    Another demon escaped from this shadowed dome
    Exchanging their weapons, a gun in the hand of true evil
    For all the past thoughts I’ve endured is about to change . . .


    Still The Rain Falls…


    In this cold and wet alleyway
    They stood there before me
    Disgorging the malicious revulsion
    Made me wear a tiara of thorns
    And like blood-spattered fingers
    Materialized my escalating fear

    Their faces barely visible
    But the sickening dialogue
    Echoed their imminent savagery
    Nailing me to the stake with their plans
    While I felt the life’s beating heart
    But it went unnoticed over the pouring tears from God

    I slowly crept down the wall
    Needing a second to escape
    But this act they would not let me make
    The gun pointed at my face
    But pleading came from my right
    From the perpetrator who now held the knife

    Since an argument fueled their boiled hate
    The kick to thy stomach viciously
    Then watched me slide to the pavement below
    Blood and life depleting from my body

    Yet the two remained
    Their faces still evading light;
    Draining me of all my fight
    Yet as I felt its kicking young life
    Their tongues voiced a choice of death
    I could feel the young lives final breath

    Instead of nourishing upon this lifeless dream
    The vulnerability gave them an escape
    Smiling proudly in response to horrid screams;
    That went unheard over the torrential rain


    Barely conscious and left to face
    A new wall of pain that lives here
    Because what the nasty divorce prevented
    Were you being here to save me and your son
    The robbery was swift when it was all said and done
    The only body they found was me
    And the blood washing into the street
    Prevented the fat ladies only song

    So your treachery still cost me the young life
    Laying in intensive care with needles in my arms
    I wonder how much it would have loved its Mommy
    And every time I voice these horrid screams
    I am murdering the torture hand life ALWAYS deals me


    Outside The Rain Still Falls…