October 24th

2 days of pretty much nonstop rain,

English weather is a fucking pain.

October 24th, convoy of cars on the main road,

People dead on the inside, anger set to reload.

Halloween decorations up a week in advance,

An evil holiday I don't celebrate, no chance.

Morbidly dark mornings and dark nights too,

Energy harvesting us in the concrete zoo.

Trying to write on my phone but water keeps splashing the screen,

A female jogger passes by wearing shorts, light jacket that's green.

My town has gone to ruin but they keep building more and more houses,

Evil ones in charge with a more wickedly engineered mind than Bowsers is.