12 Days Of Rain - October Tide

I painted with rain the sight of the daybreak,

as being in need of a momentary remake

the life I am leading is the way of depravity,

a threat th my already poisoned sanity

grey dawn, everlasting

hope is utopia for all that I know,

when counting the seconds time moves so slow

I can’t feel any will to be part of this fight

a cure is however to put thrust in the night

I learn from this life to hide from humanity,

and night has told me how to kill my anxiety

the ghost of my smile dances in the pale,

and I know all my efforts most likely will fail