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The smell of a rainy day all around

the raindrops blinding me through the branches.

Damp leaves, suffocating me;

my body feels heavy pushed against the ground.

Shadows fall, as I give up the fight

There’s no need to scream or shout, I know it won't save me

I can hear them all laughing

as they wait there turn

I can taste the blood from my lip

as the pain starts fading

One, two, three, four, five, six.

All take their turn

I wish I could remember.



Blackness falls, memory fades

I know their still there but I just don’t care.

I feel the knife on my skin, why would I care if it went right in?

They think they have me, that there using me up

but through the blackness, the silver blade is all mine.

It feels so soothing as she draws her line.

They believe there hurting me, but its divine.

I have no idea what the time is, its dark out now, I guess she’s not coming back,

they seem to be finished, seem to be over. Three more kicks and a punch to the face.

A threats on my life, like a give a @#%$.

They run off through the trees, sickly green swamps all around as I fumble for my clothes.



There are people on the street, all at least I think there are

I can feel their stares, but can’t see through the blood

I cant see where I am, but know where im going

There’s nothing to be saved, but he'll be there all the same.

The feeling of the people grows as I vomit on the payment,

strange sensation of feeling, only on the out side.

I can feel my shirt, holding it tightly around me;

I can feel my bare feet, shoes lost forever.

My mom will kill me when she fines out I lost them.



Don’t remember his face when he opened the door,

but I know the look he gave me, it’s engraved on my heart

he took me inside and if memory serves I passed out on his bed.

When I woke, he was in the kitchen, with that women, she didn’t like that I was there

"how can you let the filthy lil scrubber into my house,"

"look at the state of her, look what she’s brought on her self"



I ran out to the cold, I wasn’t welcome there.

Of course she was right, of course like before, you and me can be special friends, if you let me touch you there.

There’s no point in crying, there’s no point in fear. I can’t complain

it’s totally fair.

This started out as a stories and kinda mutated so I'm putting it here because I want to! :)



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Sitting alone in the dark,

You can’t help but start to wonder where it went to?

When did it leave? Did you ever have it?

If you had it where did it go?



The Phone rings, you don’t answer,

The knock at the door the cabbie asks where to love?

It’s hard to answer a question you don’t know,

You wish that you did, you wish you knew, you just wish.



You walk in the park,

You may have left it there?

The raindrops fall, you feel invisible.

People don’t see you because you’re empty,

But you keep walking, because it causes you to feel the tare

That’s fills you with warmth in the rain.



Down on to the tube,

Loud chattering thunder fills your head.

The poster girl won’t have seen it, to much beauty.

The musician can’t even find his own.

Float on to the platform, to many people,

What about under the track, don’t know but cant bring yourself to go looking there,

On to the train standing closer to you than you’d care.

Skin starting to crawling, people seem to notice you there, invisibility fading,

What you wouldn’t do to see blood pouring.



Up on to the street, into the light grey.

Spark a cigarette, over the curb, drag down hard,

Watch the water soak the filter between your fingers,

Fills you with a memory you can’t remember, maybe of when you had it?



Start down the street, one after the other,

The bottom of your jacket wet from the pouring rain,

Pushes heavy on the split,

Did it get washed away in the puddles?



Standing in line at the bus stop,

People armed for the rain to busy for me,

Busy in their own worlds, wonder what its like it there?

Rush hour bus, green lights going nowhere, red to amber.

Steamed up windows cant see where you’re going to.

The people all swim in dampness, the lights flicker on,

Its getting dark again, summer hasn’t even faded just disappeared.

Did you let it go with the sun?



Off the bus, twelve steps to the pub,

Sit there while people stare, hiding in the corner,

While you wait for the belief that you found it there,

Pass off fine to those who pretend to care,

The time bell rings, you had it in your glass,

But the barman took it there.



Sitting alone in the dark,

You can’t help but start to believe you’ll never find it.

The world goes on spinning without you.

Life goes on turning despite you.