Speak of the doubt.

It's raining cats and dogs outside,
I stand here singing the blues.
My body drenched in acid rain,
Pools collecting around my shoes.

My mind is set on loving this,
Set on becoming clear.
Drowning in feelings of hate,
Menaced by all my fear.

It's pouring out and here I am,
Ready and willing and cold.
Preaching things you'd never think
Possibly could be sold.

I'll hurt you if you ask me to,
break you if you want.
Your cries fill me with passion,
Your anguish is all the more fun.

Can you hear the pounding of rain,
Like footsteps drawing close?
Is this a sign of ample time,
For me to find a host?

Parasetic, slightly morbid.
Darker then the sky above.
Marked and tainted time after time,
starved for attention and love.

I speak of the doubt in your hearts,
I talk of things you try to forget.
I make you think hard about your life,
And all you've grown to regret.