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......

[TO BE CONTINUED]