"By the window in a runned-down apartment, a young man with a torn heart sits, while the rain hails down outside, mercilessly. The room is sparsely lit, with just a few sticks of furniture: a table, a sofa, two chairs, a stereo and a fridge. On the floor are scattered pieces of broken glass and bloodstained footprints. On the floor, by the window, are the shattered pieces of a picture that depicts one with a radiant beauty."
Every day heavy rainclouds hang over as loneliness threatens to bury me but every once in a while a tiny light shines through warming my weakened heart making my life worth living therefore it saddens my soul that you don't understand your warmth is all I yearn for yet pain and sorrow is all you give the chilling wind and rain sing to soothe my pain my heart feels so cold and dark without the warming spark of love
A hollow wound is felt where my love once dwelt a lonely tear I cry as the leaves pass me by