Poezja

Deep inside my conscience
It rains upon my soul
It pierces through my self-defense
And leaves a burning hole.
It rips out all the stitches
I've woven throughout the years
And knocks me down and cuts me up
Leaving nothing but blood and tears.
The rain that wrecks my spirit
And makes me go insane
My battered, bloodied, broken heart
Defeated by the rain.