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by hiddenimage Dec 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Listen to the rain that pours down so strong listen to the thundering pain that sings a tattered song its not a song made of love but of hatred and pain its not a storm from up above not with this rain feel the cold breeze that seeps through the door feel the rain freeze like touching a cold floor clouds cover the sky and hide the sun making all the happiness die and losing all its fun this storm of madness is all thats left in me filling me with sadness just wanting to be free i stand where the sun rises but i always feel the snow i guess we're all left with surprises to this I'll never know so dead on the inside but full of life on the out guess i already died from the storm with no doubt my mind was covered thickly with clouds and my ears with so much thunder it was always so loud making my eyes plunder plunder with rain that made my heart weak then a cold pain seeped in through a leak then the rain turned to snow that iced over my heart still the storm flowed but that wasn't the start the worst soon came when i realized the sun was beaming but still i felt the same and the icicles were still gleaming some where inside i died so the storm finally won maybe i always lived a lie until a storm came and gone...