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.
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