Life In Truth (1993)
The rain is fitting to my mood.
by Patrick Wescott
Maybe it will cleanse me,
wash away the the pain you gave to me
with stabs made like lightning.
I feel like I've been abandoned,
forgotten in my solitude.
Is it time to make my return
and gloriously retake the city?
Or should I remain here,
and wither in my torment?
Is this life in truth,
or a spoof made after the fact?