Your frayed excuse for torrent cries,
The stanless tears of compromise.
Enjoy the beast apon your breast.
Its all a tasteless kind of test.
For sirenity will cloud the bluest sky.
And rain will fall with a compliant hiss.
Whether ask yourself of why?
Or lead head on with a lovers kiss.
The difference is in the haunt.
Reflective kind of angered rant.
With nothing lost, nothing gained.
The intricate shadow of your pain.