I feel them raindrops, when pain rocks, my soul. Sitting here alone, black holes taking form, a man made storm, i feel the 'norm', slip away, battling with devils, man im tired of today, anxiety rising, as tears flood my eyes, its surprising, how nobody gives a fuck, until its their turn for crying, writing scriptures like predictions of my fate, visions haunt my dreams, and i dont wanna go that way, I CAN TAKE A LITTLE PAIN, but please just give me peace inside my brain, so my heart and him can find some middle ground, in my vains,i feel the blood rush, carrying the virus through my stream, silent screams, deflecting off a shattered screen, sun shining bright, returns to put the fight back in my spirit, I CAN TAKE A LITTLE PAIN, but what am i supposed to do with it?