When you hear eight bells toll
you will remember the rainman
When you hear thr ocean’s call
you will remember the rainman.
But what of now?
Here and no, at this very moment
Do you think of the pretentious bastard then?
Nay, you do not!
And what is more why should you?
A common piece of filth he is
Just a form of pestilence.
Self-deprecatory
Judgemental
Self-obsessed
Suicidal
You thank your Gods
for not being the rainman!
Afflicted
Possessed
Perverted
Useless
The lowest form of pestilence
has more use than the rainman.
Not drowning in misery
Not neck deep in hate
Just taking things to be arbitrary
An observer of Fate.
My dark side is my own
I give you but a glimpse of it
A darkness common to all
I but have the gall to present it
Ignore me if you please
But weep for me not
I swim not in a pool of darkness
I do not meander in the fog
Be revolted. Be disgusted
And I’ll smile with impunity!
I dwell in the highest peaks of solitude
Firm with belief in my sanity.
So do not preach to me about light
For I do see it from the Dark
Waste not your sympathy
I’m as happy as a lark!
You need to cry before you smile
To be pained to be painless
To be diseased to be healthy
To be sad just to be happy
And that’s why I dwell in the Darkness
To believe in the promise of reality...............
