It was written in July of 2000, ...and is from what is left of my battered and ravaged heart...

...Rains

Sitting, most times, alone and empty,
Thinking more than should be thought,
this is when the rains come,

The masque of content, I've learned to fit well,
The ensemble of joy, I've paid to accompany me,
The countless hordes ask, I say "fine",

The bloodties' assaults relentless, I show no sorrow,
I wake, I breath, I speak, I move, I function, and I pretend,
And each day wanders meaninglessly, as does my lifebeat,

Sometimes, I forget, if only for a moment,
But the memories always return in a wash of pain,
Drowning me, choking my reason, drenching the light that used to be deep inside my heart,

And the days pass, lingering sorrow, missing insanity,
Every now and then, a song, a thought, an expression,
Takes me to where I fight to leave,
....and that's when the rains come.