Silent screams in the midnight sky,
gloom filled palace of torture,
blending in with the doom on the faces of us all.

Bleeding the sorrowful stature of despair,
embrace it have the blackness hover over you,
like a thick wool blanket,
Hate its internal being and be brought these dreams of pain,
meaningless sighs,
shown no mercy, only to feel our own despair and look into the empty
hour-glass,
the sand that had so recently filled it before is now gone.

We all look for the answers to eternities questions,
only to find there where no answers to be sought,
only lies,
in the end.

All the pride you ever lived for is now gone,
never to be pryed open again,
like god's little lock box of misery,
letting the sorrowful screams enter your soul,
asking no more questions,
only knowing that there is nothing to know,
feeling the light disappear within the depths of our souls.

Pain the everlasting seizure,
in-canting late into the night,
only being pulled under by your own dreary cry's,
sleepless moans, bellowing,
immense pain,
Hatred never ending.

Grab the last feeling you can hold,
and run as time is chasing you with the end in hand,
cold embracing arms of death,
the breath of the face that ends all,
enough to saturate your eyes with tears from within,
weeping only for an instant then...
Gone
 
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