The Rain of Pain

Sitting in the dark,
I feel no living spark,

Well after midnight's bell has rung,
After love's last song has been sung,

Alone in this void black as pitch,
Thoughts race in my mind a mental snitch,

The rain is building behind the wall,
Welling up preparing to fall,

Looking down from way up high,
I wonder if I can fly,

Spread my arms like wings,
Ready to jump straight off with a spring,

The air feels rushed,
My breath is crushed,

Why did I try,
Now I can only die,

From this there is no going back,
All the pain still fresh and sharp as a tack,

The clouds dark and gray,
Just like my every day,

Maybe I should just quit,
I know about me she'll soon forget,

Now has come my day of dread,
All the life gone, I feel like I'm dead,

Would she notice if I was gone,
Probably not, she's surely already moved on,

Soaking wet from the rain of pain,
I knew it would fall on me again,

I'm going back to my place in the despairing dark,
To wait for death in life's desolate and loveless park!