Of The Rain.

blank pages is all that comes to mind

I've lost the meaning of this life

theres no reason to be kind

when your back is struck with a knife

the underlying reason to go to hell

but never searching for heaven

no matter how much you tell

I will always favor sin

you got what you wanted from me

I'm left with hurt and pain

the tears turn to fire making it hard to see

it won't wash away even in the downpour of the rain.