Deluge

Sadness.

It won't stop, the rain. 
And I am... 
Alive, but fighting sleep 
and an urge to spill the contents 
of my heart and stomach. 
This cold floor, these dark eyes. 
I am asleep to the suffering downtown, 
the staggered talks 
and the splattered roads. 
Tattered thighs, ragged kisses 
delivered to my hands 
I bring my teeth to bare 
on my bottom lip. 
He calls and never picks up. 
Oh God, what stands here? 
Ceremony? 
Matrimony of the steel through skin. 
Muscle meets the cure. 
Confidence, strength, amazement. 
To give all there is 
and still give more, 
blood for the gutters and whispers. 
Doctor my drink, it overflows. 
At this time, you'll deceive 
with menthol on your teeth. 
The question will elicit 
the avoidance of eyes, 
chewing the pill to paste. 
The rain won't stop falling.