Grave Rain (My Stories)
rain ..what about it? yeah, well ..know it's coming
best believe behind the wet it'll show you somethin'
behind the wet there's dry, with mountains of lies
people STILL wonder why, cries lay behind the eyes
deep sighs ..depression, and I'm lettin' you know that
once I reign drops, hard work becomes a throw back
I live for wet, cold, dark & gloomy. My JOB is rain ..
because when I right, I'm always left with the pain
the pen stays the same & my name lives in paper ..
& when the game begins, the real story is the raper
the sick sadistic man ..the glory beyond all glory
cuz the only thing worth reading, is a true damn story!
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kick back and relax ..the sun came out today ..
well, it's just a day ..bad things still happen anyway
but lets just say, that maybe another way comes
& lets just say, the sun is only half of the plums ..
Summer rays upon golden shades, and well ..
..a rainy day still comes, once in a blue hell
but truth to tell, I still think that improvement is bad
cuz if there was no rapists ..
..what NEW hobby would sick & sadistic have?
It's their fad, & devious minds don't need anything else
the ones that can't think, just go and kill THEMSELVES
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it rains again, march 29th ..2006, I'm almost defined
& as for my past? by 2008 the stories are left behind
except my mind, it still rewards me with more, see ..
when the rain arrives, so do I. cuz depressions my mourning
OH! the great depression becomes an adolecent obsession
my mind is sent in a south, north, east, & west direction ..
I AM! all over the world, I believe in scornful screams
..& death has proven as little as it seems around me
no happieness, no glee ..no cries nor plea ..I'm grown
I BLEED today, to say at least, I always been READ on my own
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When it rains it pours, but more so than it did tomorrow ..
you think I don't know weather? well I CREATED sarrow
I've seen some stuff, people hit & brutally chopped to bits
& to tell the truth "HOME DOGS" ..I don't give a lick
Autumn is the beginning, so dare I fall?
..no, THERE I fall ..because not once, I've never had it all
I am the rain ..for I sleep in sun, he creates the life
while as it runs in my veins, I kill with the knife ..
Sometimes I wonder, can I stop it? or just watch it ..
..or should i peer into the dead girls golden locket
she lays in a bush, and I just want a peek ..
little do I know, inside ..it's parents that I seek
mother and father, so happy with a daughter, well
little do they no, her neck was rung, similar to bells
choked and dead, with wounds to the head ..the bastards
the lead of my pencil fades, and NEW stories are plastered
..where do my stories lay you ask? shall I dare speak ..
directions all around, mountains ..flat grounds, & peaks
but too sound to see, it will be only tears ..
..cuz here comes another girl in GRAVE danger ..
which'll soon be the next story .. I fear
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& here lie my stories
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