I can feel the life in my veins. Still it rains but I care not. I've forgotten my grudges and live with shame of my past. Still I last in the pouring madness. Sadness masked by rage that casts hatred on my mind's feed. I bleed tears but stay lucid See fears but stay present as I allow life's fluid to burn hot. I can hear his whispers in my ears. Still it rains and I care not.