In a dream you seem to be-
Alive and well- simplicity-
In your dream, you fall and yell
Flames appear- your now in Hell-
All alone- with only death- no empathy
You scream and ask why this is
And the you stop to hear the words of his.
He begins in the moon light gleaming-
Pain is a deadly thing
It rips your soul, seam by seam,
And in your heart it would seem
To wash away
All You dream-
But, in life, you can not avoid
The pain that will come- the pain it deployed
Painful pains inside and out without an end
No one to tend, to you, in this time of sorrow
Maybe they will come tomorrow..,
Doubtful lie you try to use, soothes the pain-
For now it will do-
Alas the pain keeps returning
The anger burning churning within
Begin to feel death upon you
The weight in his grimful stair
Is already to much to bare
He is there to end your life
No more pain- no more strife..,
This pain is a deadly thing
To face it alone-
Not even
In a dream of dreams-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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