in the Rain

anticlimactic there's no pain
with a razor I trace my vein
blood mixes with the evening rain
please not again, please not again

these thoughts that I'm thinking aren't right
like who's on my death list tonight
always done before morning light
as thoughts ignite, as thoughts ignite

I walk around like it's a dream

taking torture to the extreme

your face contorted in a theme

a silent scream, a silent scream

Monotetra Poem

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