Cold Poem by Zog Gascoigne

There's rain on my windowsill and there's rain in my heart,
And all you can do is ask when did it start?
I don't need questions and I don't need grief,
All I want is some bloody relief!

There are clouds in the sky and there are clouds in my head,
It's confusing me; am I alive, or am I dead?
Why am I so gullible? Always so easily led.

There's thunder now, everything's shaking,
And I'm wondering what path I should be taking,
What will it take for my heart to stop breaking?
When's this storm gunna stop? Will the clouds ever clear?
Will I even be around this time next year? Will the sun ever rise again, in the sky or in my soul? Coz I'm getting tired of feeling so cold