dark clouds are looming outside,
lightning strikes, "is it a bad night, it could not be worse than yersterday", he thinks to himself,

what worse could beat the pain faced but not conquered, the misery goes way back before his birth,

his mother was the mother of pain, had a cracked womb, suffered from forced entry, penetration traumatised her weak heart, and she couldn't awake,

left the baby on its own, no sweet songs to give hope to her young one, no love was expressed

so his in a lost space with no trace of blood line, he does belong, he is a product of an accient sin, and punishment is past-on to him,

he has scars in left kidney, stiches from local feuds, he dreams of leisure and wealth but lives in a hopeless zone where death is an option,

he has little patience, so he is easily provoked, he lives in drinkersville in a brothel, where alcohol is a luxury, he takes a sip and slips and falls on his own vomit,

he spends most of his days
vomiting water from his eyes,
he is trapped in a dark tunnel, where no sunshine will come through,

"but tonight it won't rain like yesterday", he thinks to himself