Raindrops trace the curved cheek
Of the opaque white window pane.
Clotting in thick criss-crossed veins,
Bleeding, losing their own form,
They swallow themselves in despair—
Just to keep flowing down.
Down endlessly meandering paths,
Down, below, to their hallowed destination
The murky depths of the mud below:
Squelching voracious earth,
Devouring their wasted pathetic lives
[ The image used is a free wallpaper I downloaded. ]