Die. Withdrawal. Hide in cold sweat. Quivering lips, ignore remorse. [Obama's a llama]

Truth cuts in through the core of my soul,
And I turn away quickly,
Eternally lost within the song of rain.
It's rather puzzling.
Rain comes down together,
and yet their song is full of a loneliness
so overwhelming it frightens even the gods.
They cry out in desperation heard many a times by
a broken soul like me,
but never once by someone of importance.
never once by someone that mattered,
or truthfully cared.
And with the song so much like silent tears,
how can one possibly understand?
When fi… Continue