Sweet Suffering

Not a sound, not a word.

Not a person n sight.

Here, I seal my soul and all of the feelings inside.

Believe me, or believe me not.

Here I sit, I watch as my heart begins to rot.

Am I now blind? I cannot see!

I am in eternal darkness!

My shadow has walked ahead, I am left behind on this lonely night.

My heart has begun to bleed.

A rose at my feet.

All passion is lost.

Sweet suffering, sweet sacrifice.

In a pool of blood I shall sit,

hear my heart scream!

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