enough with the rain

the dark days

when henchmen

only saw red

threw the filter of pain

and in those eyes

behind the disguise

is fear

the lies are prevalent

honesty wears sheep clothing

let the truth be told

whatever it is

it seems like its the stuff

thats easier to take down

than the digressive bullshit

are you a surgeon

do you open people up

I am the lock picker

anther door opens

and its more of the same

we are wrestling

with death

in our boredom

we have not been

built for uncertainty

or permanence

so many of us

without pants

genitals in the wind

its a circus of death

and an orgy of life

in a comedy of tragedies

victimized

and left violent

our violet velvet

interiors melt

till it meets oxygen

and its all a red mess

on this gray day

I wish the rain never came

but it did

and I watch it

wash down the drain