The rain outside inspires my dark thoughts
Drifting away, drifting away from this lonely church
I’m sitting up here by myself
We both know I’m not alone
Something in this putrid air makes me feel so empty
Perhaps it’s the rain or the coffin below me
Soon you will join me
Until your journey I will bemoan
If you could move a little closer please
I could tell you more about this retched city
My heart still knows your mine
If they only knew, if they only knew how pretty
So here I am
I don’t want to be alone
But now I have to ask
Why you put that knife in my back
Oh Danny Boy! 
Twisting the knife right at the end there… 🙂
I loved the hypnotic quality of this – the repetition of phrases was an excellent motif.
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Thanks for your thoughtful comment. I appreciate it.
DJ
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AnElephant loves all the jollity this week!
Well crafted tale, enjoyed it.
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Thanks! Like the fact that the anelephantcant likes my post.
DJ
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A neat surprise at the end, as it turned around my opinion of the narrator… at first, I thought he was looking to do some evil deeds, but then it turns out an evil deed had been done to him.
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One of my characters do an evil deed? Almost always but not this time. Appreciate your comment.
DJ
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I like that. I love that little twist at the end. I suppose the twist of the knife.
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Yup! Thanks for the comment and I like your posts also.
DJ
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Thank you Danny. I appreciate that 🙂
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