it rained like clouds were stabbed right open

[a_hopeless_opus]

gravity  has not been kind to me.
its hard to stay awake with a spirit so low,
but awareness persists by the trembly music
weaping from the heart's broken violin.
and i wouldd drink my own tears for their salt
if it would preserve my judgement in any way.
because there is strength in both directions,
tearing my strings apart, pulling down
on every aching drop left in my heart.