a moonless night
in a pouring rain
Drip, drip comes the pain
frightening, maddening, over insane.
enough to make wish,
that I never was again.
Am I seeing things again the same,
or just wishing that i remain.
No loss of judgment,
but still it rains
and the joy that it brings
are tears of blame.
question yourself
question everything
question the becoming
question the name
hate the beginning
worship the end
consider the speaking
as just the same
govern thoughts
so as not to seem strange
a moonless night
in a pouring rain
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