i’m standing in the rain, again.  it’s beating down on my head, my back… it’s been raining a long time.  it’s got me going down.

it pounds and pounds and pounds on me- fuck!  i’m losing weight.

i don’t know why i’m still out here when all my friend has to do is bring me inside and tell me it’s going to be alright.

i think he has a torture streak in him, like those prison guards who play Dress Up and Beat Down every so often…. this year, too, probably.

somewhere else, maybe really near, someone’s spine curves that much more with the beating of the rain.

even when it’s sunny it rains on me.

it’s a new dusk, it’s a new night, it’s a new life for me, and i’m feeling down.

Dzemma ban