blind confusion

The sky smiled 11 times today, but yet I still like the rain. Because when it rains you can't see my pain, because the rain plays games making you believe this river on my face is just a rain stain, but in reality life has hit my heart with a rusty train. Must man murder my minds thoughts. Begging because blasphemy bleeds out my ears. An accelerated attention span aggressively aching my cerebellum. The things I think of is for me to enjoy. Sadly Satan corrupts and makes my soul grief.