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The Rabid Rain
Killer clouds
amongst electrical currents
they leap in bounds
above the lonely woman .
She stands in the rabid rain
that soaks through to her perturbed
isolated brain .
Her flickering , fleeting eye
reflects ill greeting
from the elephant shaded sky .
Reflections , recollections
of her ill gotten gains
skull duggery performed
in graphitti stained
arson flamed
publically avoided lanes .
The turbulent , tepid air
somersaults past her eyes
that dared and now glare
through tresses of unkempt
arid hair .
Happiness
something her unbailed
now jailed
other halfs muddy currency
failed
to buy
in her plummeting life
she never lived
just lied .
Now she stands drenched
dripping with the stench
of failure
and illegal regalia .
She turns aside
and walks down a residence
of battlments
where psycho tiger eyes
hover and hide
she arrives
where she covertly resides
she steps inside
she notices the mirror
depicts a picture
thats becoming impossible
to hide .
I observe with prognostic vision
at the recurrent destruction
of a good life
all because
of her own adoptions
of wrong options .
She glimpses at existance
with blurred vision
she shouldn't have made
those wrong decisions
and been involved
in head on collisions .
So get out now
while you can
before you really
jump into
the frying pan . [/font]
amongst electrical currents
they leap in bounds
above the lonely woman .
She stands in the rabid rain
that soaks through to her perturbed
isolated brain .
Her flickering , fleeting eye
reflects ill greeting
from the elephant shaded sky .
Reflections , recollections
of her ill gotten gains
skull duggery performed
in graphitti stained
arson flamed
publically avoided lanes .
The turbulent , tepid air
somersaults past her eyes
that dared and now glare
through tresses of unkempt
arid hair .
Happiness
something her unbailed
now jailed
other halfs muddy currency
failed
to buy
in her plummeting life
she never lived
just lied .
Now she stands drenched
dripping with the stench
of failure
and illegal regalia .
She turns aside
and walks down a residence
of battlments
where psycho tiger eyes
hover and hide
she arrives
where she covertly resides
she steps inside
she notices the mirror
depicts a picture
thats becoming impossible
to hide .
I observe with prognostic vision
at the recurrent destruction
of a good life
all because
of her own adoptions
of wrong options .
She glimpses at existance
with blurred vision
she shouldn't have made
those wrong decisions
and been involved
in head on collisions .
So get out now
while you can
before you really
jump into
the frying pan . [/font]
Published 3rd Mar 2010
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5th Mar 2010 2:55pm
like really deep paul very well written it depics the life of a woman who never had the chance to really live, but instead decicded to die inside of herself.
7th Mar 2010 5:47pm
yeah a woman involved with dicks and a life she now thinks has passed her by kind of thing theres more to it of course but in a nutshell thats it
22nd Apr 2014 10:59pm
