Pain, pain is all around us
no trust or loyalty and no love
love is a ledgened, there is no such thing
tears fall, they are never ending
like silent drops from the moon
pain is the only true thing
some try to control it, harness it
in the end it is always there
cutting you deeper and deeper
untill you finally give into it, wanting more even
late at night you try to end it
a silver blade slides along pale skin
red liquid forming crimsion pools of pure sorrow
pain, it is still there, intensifying
slowly it begins to fade
you feel yourself drifting softly away
voices in the darkness, so far you care not to hear
the pain is no longer there, you are free
free of the pain, for now
