spit this off the top of me noggin

rough...
like the pounding fist on the door
the sound
urgent
to make me wake up from my stupor
to make me see what i did
what was right before my eyes
I
look out of the window and greet the rain with a bitter smile
and the pain I'll feel as I step outside in to it and
melt
for
I am not a nice guy
cuz nice guys finish last.