Looks Like Rain - къщичка в къта на Крис

It’s one of those nights
 I would cry after sex
 But instead I scribble
 You know you’ve hit rock bottom
 When you only write therapeutically
 And you don’t believe in therapy
 There is a little green monster inside me
 Devouring me But what’s worse – I think I’ve
 thinned out
 And you can see him grinning from inside my chest
 Where my ribs are his playground
 And you might get scared
 As I’m pretty sure he has your eyes
 To say the least

 Not only am I transparent
 But I seem to be too weak to wear my clothes
 So I come to you naked every night
 Unarmed
 And I give you nightmares
 Of crying damsels in distress
 Possibly after having had sex

 There’s nothing exquisite about the pain
 But we keep on going, cos I don’t know another way.