Do you feel the rainfall?
It's slowly eroding our house.
As it taps the window, it sees all,
Crescendos to the shrieks of the spouse.

As I throw the noise out the window,
I finally overcame the pain.
From the ashes, the story of a widow,
Washed free from sin from all of the rain.

Thunder sounds and lightning strikes,
Hiding from neighbors my recent reactions.
Seven bottles and fighting excites, Fueling for my future satisfactions.

The window that witnessed all.
The tombstone of your burial plot.
Shattered glass glistens in rainfall,
Bringing beauty as your body rots.