Here I am again, at this empty, cold place, where pain and suffering is a loner’s game…
Here I am again, at this empty, cold place,
Where pain and suffering is a loner’s game,
I am tired of this pain coming back again
and again,
So many words were left unspoken,
and I feel so alone and broken.
I am shattered, my dreams are broken,
My soul has no where to go,
and I hold secrets no one else knows,
I trudge alone along the pure white snow.
Only dressed in black,
I try so hard to forget the past,
There is no turning back,
As I walk, tears fall from my eyes,
Then tears from angels fall from the
Darkened sky.
Why is it hard to hide,
All this pain I kept inside,
Death seems so close,
and living so far,
Rain falls down from the stars,
I am now at the end of this long, pain road,
and I don’t feel any happier,
Only filled with more sorrow, pain,
and failure, but at the end, I saw
a black rose waiting for me.

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