R A I N  G A M E S  F O R  T H E  N A T U R A L  B O R N  P A R I A H 



Welcome to my world, my soul's soundscape.

From the sterile and brightly lit corners of a psych ward someone once had a dream to create music.

Dreams that I sung as the sun slowly died,

my heart had  ceased once controlled by my mind--

the graceful ever suffering...

Blood to the heart once the light filled the sky.

Teach me to hear a reverie, track the chords and the count... 

Dance with me in wild fire blooms, bursting and swiping tails blank...

Slowly, I wanted to

take the pain from misery and tell them what is left.




A Natural Born Pariah.