Pain
A twinkle from a tear filled eye
causes the soul to slowly die
unable to find out why
your mind goes too.
Slowly dread reaches your ear
the whisper of death and sorrow you hear
only to bring out your one true fear
leaves the body hollow.
The satanic shadow raises again
to prove that there is no end
that there is no such thing as friends
who loves you all the same
your heart is to blame.
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