PAIN (#2)

EVERY NIGHT HE'D CALL HER
AND EVERY NIGHT SHE'D CUT HIS CALL.
HIS WAIT WAS ENDLESS AND HE KNEW
STILL HE CARRIED ON HIS ETERNAL SUFFERING...

SUFFERING BY CHOICE NOT BY FATE
IT WAS AN ENDLESS HOPE
AND NOT A HOPELESS END
HE'D TELL HIMSELF EVERYDAY...

EVERYDAY THE LIGHT BECAME A LITTLE DIM
EVERYDAY HE BECAME A LITTLE WEAK
YET HE CONTINUED TO WAIT FOR HER
HIDING THE AGONY IT CAUSED HIM WITHIN...

WITHIN THE DEPTHS OF HIS HEART
BENEATH THE SURFACE OF SCARS
WAS A FEELING SO PURE
THAT THE WORLD COULD NOT CORRUPT...

CORRUPT WERE THE PEOPLE WHO DROVE THEM APART
YET VENGEANCE WAS NOT SOMETHING HE DESIRED
FOR HAVING PLENTY WISHES WAS A LUXURY BEYOND HIM
TO BE WITH THE ONE HE LOVED WAS ALL HE LONGED FOR...

FOR FATE WAS HIS CRUEL TORMENTOR
AND HE WAS THE ADAMANT DISBELIEVER
NEVER ACCEPTING THAT HIS LOVE
WOULD HAVE TO BOW BEFORE DESTINY......

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PAIN

EVEN THOUGH THE PAIN NEVER SUSIDEDED
IT BECAME A PART OF HIM.
THE AGONY AND SUFFERING
RUNNING THROUGH HIS VIENS
LIKE BLOOD.

FIGHTS WERE ROUTINE
HIS ANGER WAS CONSUMING
EVERYTHING AROUND HIM
AND ALL THOSE NEAR HIM
WERE AFRAID WHEN HE MIGHT EXPLODE.

HIS WAS A SOUL BOUND IN DARKNESS
AND THE FIRE THAT SHONE FROM WITHIN
HAD BEEN LONG DOUSED
BY THE DARK WATERS OF LONLINESS.

HE SURROUNDED HIMSELF
WITH GENINUINELY LOVING AND CARING PEOPLE.
YET ON THE INSIDE HE WAS ALONE.
HIS PAIN SHUT IN A BOX INSIDE HIS HEART
WHICH SELDOM OPENED.

YET WHEN IT OPENED,
OUT CAME THE SUPPRESED PAIN AND AGONY.
AND HIS WOUNDS WERE BARED FOR THE WORLD TO SEE,
HIS WEAKEST MOMENT, THOSE WERE.

HE'D WANTED TO RUN AWAY,
BUT HIS GHOSTS FOLOWED HIM EVERY WHERE.
FOR HIS TIRMENT WAS ENDLESS,
A PART OF HIS LOWLY EXSISTENSE.

HIS EYES WERE THE PERFECT CURTAIN
HIDING BEHIND THEM THE TRAGEDY
THAT HAD MADE THE MAN
LIKE AN OCEAN HIDING THE SHIPWRECK BENEATH.

FOR HIS PAIN MAYBE GREAT
BUT HE HAD VOWED TO KEEP HIS CURSE TO HIMELF.
HE WAS THAT SILENT VICTIM
WHOM FATE TORTURED AT PLEASURE.

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