The Pain of the Living
Inside is an ache,
A wound on my soul.
I cannot cry tears,
'because you haven't a heart' I am told.
Yet inside I still ache,
in that blood pumping gear;
A slow spreading poison that fills me with fear.
So remember your loved ones,
and hold on to them tight.
Tell them you love them...
and kiss them goodnight.
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