Oh, it’s a strange fall,
and it sits heavy in my empty soul.
And it’s raining now,
and the rain flicks outside my window,
and a million sightless eyes blink
in a million pools of dirty water.
And my soul is full of rainwater,
and a million sightless eyes,
blinking incessantly within
the thin tissue of hope clinging
like viscera to the surface
of my fragile, empty soul.
I can see this is getting us absolutely nowhere.