Spaces Between Raindrops

SPACES BETWEEN RAINDROPS ©

The clouds hover above my head, the thunder crashes down on me; the emptiness is all around me again. I wonder the streets alone, the only one outside, in this time the rain pours down on me. The shadows are darker than before, the sit there watching me, with blank expressions on there face, and they stop and stare.

Walking alone, it’s all I ever do, walking alone, is what I live out this life for. By myself again I’m all alone; the shadows will follow in mind, as I leave them all behind.

As I wonder the streets, I wonder about the small things, like the shadows how they live out each day. How the spaces between raindrops fall away, how I could stand alone just to live another day. This place seems so cold; the shades of grey start to unfold like a spilt blood of my soul.

Walking alone, it’s all I ever do, walking alone, is what I live out this life for. By myself again I’m all alone; the shadows will follow in mind, as I leave them all behind.

I try to look away from them, there eyes are eating away at me; I have to run away from this place. There are more than before now, following me down the street, I stand ready to face them off. This is the last time I will stand, please hold my hand but I’m alone, just alone I will stand.

Walking alone, it’s all I ever do, walking alone, is what I live out this life for. By myself again I’m all alone; the shadows will follow in mind, as I leave them all behind.

Is this the end of me…

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