Who Knows Why?

A pitter and a patter,
Spitter and spatter,
Rain falls on the broken street.
Loudest noise is of my feet;
Sploosh, slosh,
Flip, flop,
And flipping flopping;
I am dripping and dropping,
My body falls to the ground.
Only broken glass can be found in the
Puddles of water slinking all around.
The water seeps in as the glass tore,
It never rains but it pores,
So poor am I, slowly turning cold;
Can't get off the ground, my body is too old;
My mind is getting senile.
And all the while I sit and I stare
At my broken face,
Nothing now.

And what did I do it all for?
Burning so hot,
Burning me up.
I should have known better
Than to shoot for the sun,
Wished to be the only one
That would have gotten there.
Fake time spinning
With alternate dimensions.
My mind is killing me,
Filled with hostile intentions.
Always running and crying.
That sly Question
Pain running through by brain
Since I've last repented.
A twisted gray heart,
A purpose demented.
A terrible dawn rising,
Destroying in a single sweep,
Any cover I had
The bright consuming.

But there is so much more
Than a simple dualism.
Green as life,
Dark as death,
And everything in between.
So warm that I'm shivering
Shivering, shivering
Shaking so much that
I can't help from giggling
At the irony of pity.
Can't get better, no one helps.
Crying with me but
No outstretched hand.
I need that aid,
My faith and soul
So far gone,
So decayed;
Flayed cause I failed,
Totally broken into
Two big pieces.
With each mistake
My face has new creases,
And creasing never ceasing
Until I'm deceased.
Passed on.
All gone.
Everything I've tried.
Another library burned down,
A spirit has died;
And I can't stop worrying
About things I couldn't do,
The fish I haven't fried.
Love to go out
With a final burst of fire.
No little regrets
No final desires;
Behind sad eyes,
I can't sleep.