In The Rain
In the rain at the end.
Bleak cold, half a bottle of tequila; alone in the graveyard.
Drinking to my death, the icy blade at my side.
Rain and more rain. Feeling lost in the dead sea of ether ;
How proper to die in the cemetery ;
I brought myself to where all dead rest ;
This is my introduction to death.
The first time to die in my first life.
What are they going to do?
Throw my dead body out on the street?
Not even the cemetery wants me,
even after my death.
There is no tomb with my name on it;
therefor I haven’t any place to rest.
- Ash Moonblood