kinshuk sunilit aint no, dessert if therez no caek

I have no memories,
all I have is pain.
All words I said,
I said them in vain.

Darkness now binds me,
the shadow, it falls on me.
Groping in the darkness.
I know not, where the light is.

I see no hope,
I see no end,
I am withering away,
end-less-ly

You let go of me,
how could you do this to me.
I am surprised,
by the way things turn up to.
With that look on your face,
disregard for all I have done,
for you, and so,
I hate you for this.

You ask me,
who am I to preach you,
insolent you,
now you forget,
its you who asked me to care for you,
and now,
I hate you for this.

Walking down,
all those memories,
that I,
have of you,
stuck deep in my heart,
which I wont let go,
I wonder,
if you deserve this special treatment,
and for all my time,
I hate you for this.

I now understand,
where things went wrong,
indeed I,
took you words for true,
and I let you,
play all along,
with me.
This toy,
that I made of me,
wont let go you,
neither am I able to,
and
I, hate you for this.

Go back, go away,
leave me all alone,
now,
let me walk away,
I want to run away,
rejuvenate,
But please,
tell me how do,
I forget you,
and
I, hate you for this.

I stand here,
watching the rain drops fall,
I can see them zoom past me,
fall,
and mix in the soil.
The smell of wet soil rises,
this aroma,
has a trace of that drop,
that dissolved into it.
This sacrifice,
was marred by a thunder,
the fury of the heavens above,
was the maxim, of life,
and the drops kept falling.
The aroma, the mist, and the
tipper-tapper of the rain,
compiled this rain song,
as I hear it,
as I enjoy it.

And then, I heard
myself,
sing in words unknown,
of tales, of deed, hither unknown,
I never understood,
what song I sung,
but it dwelled in this place,
for long to be gone,
to be forgotten.

I wonder,
will I,
ever understand, this
Rain Song.