The cold has a voice. It talks to me. Stillborn by choice. It airs no need. To hold. . Old man feels the cold .... Oh baby don't. 'cause I've been told:.
The soft rains of april are over. the soft rains of april are over, over. anybody home now. i am on the phone now, please.... The soft rains of april are over.
Was that somebody screaming?. It wasn't me for sure. I lift my head up from uneasy pillows. Put my feet on the floor. Cut my wrist on a bad thought. And head for the door.