Always Looks Like Rain

It seems these thrills

You give to me

Are given me chills

as well ,

Here my mind holds no time.

I can not quite decide

whether to be bold or to hide

It's rainy out and so cold

It's wreckage in my twisted soul.

these feelings

aren't quite clear

they are begging

" to turn to fear "

but its with an ease my

guts spill

while I fall to my knees

At the bottom of your hill

It's a smile

In the dark

turning to a frown

its a loud scary

and deviant sound

Being made in

the back ground

here ill take off

my mask you

may finally

catch a glimpse of

Me..

at last.