It's Raining

Here I sit again staring at the screen
while the endless patter of rain on the tin roof
thunders through my ears and into my brain

As I stroll the dark halls of cyberspace
skimming through endless files of knowledge and nonsense
passing through the endless mindless and meaningless
chatter of those damned chat rooms and bullshit bulletin boards
past all those sites which require credit card numbers
Yet I continue to sit here in the dark,
listening to the dark messages of Black Sabbath
while my eyes are burning out of my head
and I find myself wondering if ...
I will ever feel the warm touch of another
or will the memories of love gone bad
condemn me to roam these dark halls for eternity

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