Naturally, I became the falling rain
Gushing down like infuriated bees
Seeking to inflict maximum reprisals
Inside the dreams of her betrayals
But eventually the rain is the pain
Forty days and forty nights of acid
Deteriorating any signs of benevolence
Spilling my pride into endless ripples
Then suddenly more pain yields no gain
My mind captures some roses, sinking
I see her face vanishing into my anguish
She’s a shooting star; I, a lunar eclipse
Numbness obsesses over muddy emotions
Forbidding luminance of tomorrow’s sky
Now rain, pain are drawn to disdain
So naturally self-destruct, I drown
Rapadoo,
