[Objective]

Rain.
It's always rain.
The rain burns and melts into my skin.
Burns and turns and finds every curve to my body;

Then destroys it.
It hurts and makes sure every nerve gets hit...
(... at least twice ...)
I still know where I placed my shotty,
a sense of entitlement rush over me as I envision myself as John Gotti.
At least it feels nice.
My inner voice yells; ''For fuck sake kid!''
and my psyche got some void wit.

Yep, it's always the rain...
That emotional pain that makes the nature in men go insane and befriend friends from the past you thought knew for sure wasn't welcome anymore like Anxiety, Panic and Disorder.
But it wasn't the shotty that made me lose face,
it was the rain.
It's always;
rain.

The moment I looked down the barrel and clicked the trigger with my toes I finally got a glimpse of sunshine for the first time in years.