when rain pours down
from anaemic clouds
when rainbows lead
to potless gold
that slips through your fingers
and you just cant hold
onto hope in the past present future

when dreams are fake
and nightmares are real
when paralyzed life-ache
pervades your heart
and emphathy's mould
is torn apart
by the seeping excessive corruption

when suicide darts
out of sight, out of reach
when tommorow's blacker
than today
the image of you
i want you to stay
my guilt consumes your face