today's skies are grey and a cold mist settles onto each house
the type of rain that really gets you wet
yet you can't feel it; you don't realise until it's too late.
it makes you feel numb and undesirable.
like you're not wanted, just pushed aside for the next person.

you call for help but no one comes,
and as the night gets darker and colder
you hear a voice, begging you to give up because it's just the easiest option.
by now you're soaked in it; clothes and skin wet through
your fingers start to prune and you feel alone.
an itch dances across your back
but you see, it stings when you touch it.

isolated and bare you tread the streets
wanting someone to save you, call their house your home
you need warmth, these flames to settle
beneath your palms where your lovers hands lie,
when you sleep beside one another
and your breathing syncs together like a hymn.

at midnight you're a lost soul
they feel sympathy but never care enough to help.
you imagine the soothing touch of your lover
holding you in his hands,
instead cold fingers grip your sides like their property
and a scream lingers in your throat but doesn't seem to escape
instead it chokes you, an intolerable solicitude.

and now you're completely drenched, in the cold night you stay
until you forget reality and let dreams take you away.