The Ugly Truth

Stairing out the window at the rain

every drop that falls I can hear scream

nots of prosperity from real pain

while the thunder crys out a melody that

drifts my mind down memory lane

searching for something 2 blame -

Its kind of hard like capturing wind and putting

it into a frame. So IM jotting my thoughts down

on paper while these words sink in between the

lines. My heart and feelings will not alien with

one another-

How can I make this more clearer

I take the tip and slit my wrist using my

blood 2 fill up this pen to color inn a painting

with know canvas. can you picture me downing my

madness with jin feeding the invisible flame that

is with in me..