Fierce whispers in the dark of my soul
Feed the flames of growing woe
Waves of sorrow surge and grow
Drowning me in pain and despair
Can this life offer anything more
Than never ending packages of pain and despair
Souls scarred, lives singed
Blood spilled and hope destroyed
But pain is not over
Neither is death satisfied
Pain continues to seek (and find)
New ways to inflict itself
On all our tomorrows
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