The Rain
The never ending rain that fills my soul,
So dark it could be made of coal.
There is a enormous black door,
It leads you to the very core.
Then one day I died,
Nobody cried.
Then I let out a siren of a scream,
Luckily for me it was only a dream.
Outside the rain was pourin,
Then I started worryin.
The dream I had when i died,
I realized that I committed suicide.
Then I remembered the dream,
That ended with a terrifing scream.
I cant remember the rest, but this was the second one I did and the original one is better.