On the rainiest day of the year, i'll hold your hand, and walk down the street with you.Feeling tasting and hearing you.And nothing is quiet, everyone is screaming.You can't hear the pain that my ears endure while I end my life with you.You have taken everything from me, my heart, my lungs, my mind, my body and soul, leaving me as petrified wood. But I still walk with you in the dark, under the stars, in the rain, waiting for you to hear the voices that scream in the blackness. The precipitation builds up in my hair and on my lips and you kiss it away. The screaming stops. My ears have stopped bleeding. Ive died tonight with you, onto your sweet wet lips and we are still in the middle of the street, in the rain, drenched and dead. The words I would give to you, if I could say them at this moment are unspeakable. Too deep, beautiful, morbid and untouchable for the moment. You give me life once again, you make me happy, I see your face and I feel like a wreckage. A wreckage in the rain with you, something impossible. And the screaming begins again. Biting my lip to hide my bitter pain from you, because you can never know.What I did.