ultrasonic
That Weird Weird Guy
Join date: Apr 2008
2,723 IQ
#1
Here I sit in silence,
In the place that all the rain goes to.
I fiddle, pick at all the holes,
Praying that it all ends soon.

I can't go out, here I remain,
In the place that all the rain goes to.
Compounded by these sunken walls.
I need to get out soon.

I'm going mad just being here,
In the place that all the rain goes to.
Lobotomize me please,
This god damned rain will be my doom.


(It rains alot in Preston)
Always-Idle
Registered User
Join date: Oct 2012
21 IQ
#2
I think this is really good, if I had one criticism it's that the last stanza is a bit crude.