The Writings of Pain

It's about heartbreak and anguish

The acid that burns and etches sorrow onto your heart

The hammer that smashes your world in half

The light that dims deep down, withdrawing from your soul

The friends with words, incapable or unwilling in deed

The pure void that nobody can console

 

My knees grazed and my hands bleeding

The love that's broken I was pursuing 

I'm spinning in so many circles, am I dreaming

I'm chasing something already broken, head first to ruin

This house is a museum of my failures

 

The stinging fire in my soul

And I'm barely holding back

The readiness to explode

Already the waters in which I swim

Already they turn to black

 

What I gave was much more than I had ever taken

A lover cold in spirit at a love forsaken

I'm struggling to discern any sense of meaning

This nightmare endures, please tell me I'm dreaming

 

Finding the will to rebuild myself

Finding the struggle to carry on

Glancing through the windows of your eyes

Nothingness as all love is gone

 

The stinging fire in my soul

And I’m barely holding back

The readiness to explode

Already the waters in which I swim

Already they turn to black forever

 

 

 

The End

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