Pain was never my friend or foe.
Lust became stronger the longer we’d go.
Envy was never the cause,
Yet torture became prevalent everyday, an endless stream of pain.
Life would seem to go on and on,
As I walked ahead singing my song,
But as the days moved along,
It became apparent that I’m always wrong.
Was love ever the answer?
Could it be that we would be?
Or does love disprove our momentum?
Where did hatred lay upon our bed?
The bells chimed in where we were once lost.
The seasons changed from flowers to frost.
Yet all I ever do,
Is find myself daydreaming of you, consumed by pain.
Forgetting everything that hurts is easy,
Yes, it’s easy to shed this pain.
It’s the vacant memories I can’t get rid of
My eyes shed tears in vain, reminders of my pain.
So no longer will I seek out your love
Gone are the days of prayers from the above
To change the life I live,
Where I lay tonight, I’ll dig.
And once my grave is set.
I’ll sit back and gaze at the Sun
For all I know of fun,
I am yearning for life to be different and free of pain.
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