Timothy

downpour

slinking down the rain slicked
walls, I beat down upon them
with fists bloodied by rage

the storm has comes, and I erupt
from the edge full of black hate
cascading from my listless gait

the cacophony of sound rings through
my mind awash with the agony of the
paradigm shift of cadence

I dream of lucid air tight drums
slamming thier beat into the night
as the sounds trickle down