The Ache
Do you hear me?
My wails my pain
The blood that aches inside this vein
I walk so slowly ste by step
In the dark I wail in pain
Horror clubs grab kids only to prep
To tell my story thinking it's a game
I see a light through a deep dark space
Screaming comes as I go to the light
I get even closer and see a face
White and so innocent and filled with fright
I reach my hand towards the innocent child
Not knowing that what I will do will be slightly mild
We walk through the dark space I continue to wail
Because I swear to myself I will not fail
As I look onto the face blue and cold
This is my symbol of my own pure gold
Death lurks into this child's eyes
It's only a matter of time until he dies.
He closes his eyes and disappears into the dark
There I gain another acheful mark.....
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