simply a pouring rain
i remember the days
where madness would
flow like a fine wine
now, simply a pouring
rain
broken glass
holes in the carpet
and what could have
been plastered on the
walls so you never
forget
failure, a young maiden
dressed in black
the sweetest rose
nothing but thorns
i remember the first
time my father told
me he was going to
take me out of this
world because he
was the one that
brought me into it
and all the times
i called his bluff
all the times i laughed
like the mad man he
never had the balls
to be
drove past his grave
the other day
was hoping i needed
to take a shit
Horror Sleaze Trash 