Woe


Why is it so that the rain falls, the wound festers, hurts to age, as time passes by, in the night lands of the dark side of life? 

The wound festers so, maggots make their homes,  wriggling, writhing in pain, the image pains me to draw into existence my woe! 

Meanwhile the rains falls, soaks me to the bone and I wonder if you know how it feels

How it feels to burn in the in the shadows of the night, for the stars are the only respite from the dreadful frightening scene 

Of my eternity, my endless suffering, my romantically morose mindless heart. 

I carry the load, I burn the fire using ash, like phoenix reborn every time.

Sigh on the lips, forming a good bye, a sweet blissful end, I hope to lie forever under the damp soil.  

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