again the skies
threaten rain
while i luxuriate
in despondency
well aware
the entire globe
despises me with
an irrationality
bordering dangerously
close to exactly what
i likely deserve

the parts of me
still remembering
what it was to be
a glimmering star
now a reduction
of malignant loss
cascading sparks
over the tinder
of dessicated faith

waiting for the rain
to cleanse the stains
lackadaisically
marring the view
drowning in the fetid
womb of conjoined
sorrowful hopes
consumed by depression
anxious as the hands
tick towards twelve
knowing the bird will
scream in torment
a definitive reminder
death comes for us all