My heart broke, and the pieces morphed into a switchblade.
Seductively it smiled at me, gleaming despite the dim lighting.
My judgement shattered like it was glass, and every fragment was more tempting than the last.
I couldn’t resist, my mind was racing, my hand was shaking.
Greed filled my veins and the lust pumped from my heart.
I began drowning in a remorse so bitter, I recoiled towards the darkness.
Desperately calling out for help, I realize no one will rescue me,
Because I mistook remorse for myself.
At this moment I realized I’m the Downpour in Hell.
I hear the laughter as I begin to fall, I am rain after all.
I hit the ground and immediately burn, but next thing I know it’s my turn again,
Recycled love, a whirlwind of sorrow,
Used to quench the thirst of many,
Beaten until the rains unsteady,
Irish blood is surely strong, the drain drinks my own sadness,
Before I drown in my unhappiness,
Relapse welcomes with open arms,
And I kiss the lips that offer harm.
This is the only love Ive known ,
and it’s the one I’ve forever chosen
