“On days like this, when the clouds are so thick and grey, it’s like all my past ghosts cling together, judging me from wherever they are.

They look down, changing faces and pointing wispy fingers.

And when their tears rain down and hit my skin … I remember all their wasted pleas.

They all come flooding back, every one covered in blood, and you know what?

You know why I like days like this so much?

Because fuck them. Let ‘em cry.

Fuck ‘em all to hell.”