It’s raining down
Inside myself. Inside myself
It’s pouring. It’s pouring
Over top of me–
It’s flooding.
But it won’t shake. It won’t shake
The pain away
From me. From me
I’m falling gracelessly.
The downpour
Will not wash away. Wash away
The sorrow. The sorrow
Tears my skin away. Away
My eyes, my eyes,
My face.
Away, my soul; Away
My life. My life
Won’t come again. Again,
again I’m melting, melting, melting
In this pouring rain. This pouring rain
Is me. Drowning in sweet agony.