she took the painkillerand drank a bottle of waterthought all the screams that stuck on her headwould go away as she laid on bedher eyes were so blackand her soul was pale blueshe was there, alone in the darkbut not a single body knewshe smiled, but rippedshe kept all the wounds, and not ever lived
And in the street people stop and take shelterI like it when it rains hardAnd I watch it through my windowI like it when it rains hardAnd I can stand beneath dark skies pouring rainsAnd I cryAnd no one will noticeI like it when it rains hardAnd my insecurities fade awayI like it when it rains hardI will run outside and walk for an hour or twoAway from homeTo look for rainbowI like it when it rains hardAnd it is so coldLike I feel
blank.she sat waiting quietly.staring at anything she could stare.listening to everything she could hear.blank.among the crowd, she felt the blank inside of her.a blank which could be crammed by something she never witnessed before.she almost witnessed it.butblank.she knew it. she knew it.oh, blank.she was blank.and that was all she knew.
It sounded as if the Streets were runningAnd then -- the Streets stood still --Eclipse -- was all we could see at the WindowAnd Awe -- was all we could feel.By and by -- the boldest stole out of his CovertTo see if Time was there --Nature was in an Opal Apron,Mixing fresher Air.
Consulting summer's clock,But half the hours remain.I ascertain it with a shock --I shall not look again.The second half of joyIs shorter than the first.The truth I do not dare to knowI muffle with a jest.
The frog half fearful jumps across the path,And little mouse that leaves its hole at eveNimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,Till past,--and then the cricket sings more strong,And grasshoppers in merry moods still wearThe short night weary with their fretting song.Up from behind the molehill jumps the hare,Cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bankThe yellowhammer flutters in short fearsFrom off its nest hid in the grasses rank,And drops again when no more noise it hears.Thus nature's human link and endless thrall,Proud man, still seems the enemy of all.