July 5. 2020.
The pain never stops.
I feel it in my soul, my heart,
it burns.
Blue fire and wicked decay
In the day, it hides
But I know it's still inside.
In the dead of night it appears,
and though I try not to, I hear
It whispering sweet things
Of wrists and death,
I can't control it
It lingers on my breath.
I feel it escaping
My life it's draping
Leaves a gaping
Hole I keep taping!
Where does it go? I feel it scraping
Caving in on walls it's shaping
The pain never dies
Everyday the sun shines
And I feel so alive
The sun burns, I hate it
But the flame in me's blown
It hasn't shown
And I think, finally, I'm free of
That friend I've known
So long.
But in the night it comes crashing
By the cooling moon
Like a siren, it calls me with its pretty tune
I know where this is going.
I don't care.
Because pain is my friend
And it knows when to share
It tells me its woes, I listen so sound
No noises or any other feeling's around
And it whispers through my eyes,
Warm tears trickling down, down, down.
The pain will be here forever.
I love pain
I miss it day by day
So when night comes it is welcome
In my corner.
The moon can hurt me with all its might
Because when no one listens
Pain comes in the night.
The pain will be here forever.
I won't let it go away
I don't have friends and pain's
The only one who'll stay.
Pain knows my sorrow
And makes it okay
I only have to listen to what it has to say
I'll make a home for it
With nothing in return
It burns me, it burns
Yet I still yearn.
Come to me in the rain
I love while lost in pain.
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