The rain falls as tears in my stead, though I am no weeper.
You're already setting me up for a catastrophic fall.
To fade into the darkness to be lost to you all.
You know how you have shunned and claimed to have understood me.
You patronizing cretin!
You have torn me from this world.
I will never rest well again for I no longer fit in your perfect illusion.
No, instead I make my own.
