Rain Tears

The rain is like my blood,
The flowing and the falling seems endless.
The tears sting at my skin,
As the blood stains my soul.

I bleed the rain,
I cry the rain.

The rain was my only companion,
My ruler never let me have any of my own.
I have been disobedient as a child,
And so I was punished rightly.

If I had not learned my lesson,
I would not bleed enough.
If I still continued to not obey,
No scar was deep enough.
If I were to speak without permission,
No bruise was dark enough.

No I walk alone,
In the still settle rain.
It washes away my blood,
But leaves the mark of hate.
It cleanses away the scar,
But leaves the essence of anger.

I look fine and healthy now,
But I still feel the pain.