Pain's Hell
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The dark times, such hell. Pain. Loss, passion for the morning lights. If I could only have you here, on this winters night. Do people understand the loss and the torture? Someone you love being taken away from you just when you get him back. The evils laugh. Cackle. Cowers in the face of white. Pure, good against the boy who didn't live. In the end there is only pain. Raw and soaring, and we walk in circles to defeat him. Does it really matter? I mean what can't we face if were together. The lamp is burning low. The air is still. I hear your voice low and quiet. If I could see you, to breathe this night with you again. The night was good to me when I wrote this. The fire is dying. The shades of dark are lifting. The morning light steals across my window pain. What's in this place that we can't wither. We will get through it in a minute its what we always do. For the night is never ending and only goodbye does it whisper. There was a boy a very strange, enchanted boy. The man I love is dead.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
The dark times, such hell. Pain. Loss, passion for the morning lights. If I could only have you here, on this winters night. Do people understand the loss and the torture? Someone you love being taken away from you just when you get him back. The evils laugh. Cackle. Cowers in the face of white. Pure, good against the boy who didn't live. In the end there is only pain. Raw and soaring, and we walk in circles to defeat him. Does it really matter? I mean what can't we face if were together. The lamp is burning low. The air is still. I hear your voice low and quiet. If I could see you, to breathe this night with you again. The night was good to me when I wrote this. The fire is dying. The shades of dark are lifting. The morning light steals across my window pain. What's in this place that we can't wither. We will get through it in a minute its what we always do. For the night is never ending and only goodbye does it whisper. There was a boy a very strange, enchanted boy. The man I love is dead.