I put pen to paper and the ink blots
No words are formed
A dam has been erected
To minimize the damage from the raging storm
The rains trickle down slowly
But sometimes the sheets roar
i'm just too clean
In the bed of whores
Dirty rain covers my wounds
The skank settles in deep
A tornado is howling
As the whistling winds wreck my sleep
Leave me alone, I cry
Let me die in this last bit of rain
I hate what I've become
The mud has left me stained
No one will want me now
I became diseased in my healing
He poisoned me with double words
And left me without any feeling
Why am I lying here in this rain
I haven't the sense to go in
Oh, I can see that words have
Been lazily dropped from the end of my pen.
Written by Trudy Schrader in 2007
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