To Where Pain Goes I Face

Sealed by wounds that healeth through time I am asking thee to spare me Spare yours truly to the pain of sanctuary To those clouds that surrounds within me. From the table of melancholy, I was lost in the center With no one to speak, nor no one to touch Then wind of solitude came rushing through my vein I suddenly felt cold blood of yesterday running through my base. I wish to stand yet I can’t Lock to where I sit as I feel those cripples under the table of mine Biting sorrows was all I felt, as they reap my jar Jar to which restored by closest to thine. I shout hard as I can, yet voiceless I was shock Then with all hope fades, I suddenly remember I am an empty vessel plowing the river of pain And so I gather pain and use it to stand But… as I reach for my arm to harvest pain in the river I was then grab by one of those pain It was an abyss of cries and pit of melancholy To it I say, free yours truly But oh I know, its not as easy as 1,2,3 Nor as easy as A,B,C And I pause and let it eat yours truly Biting, swallowing pieces of mine. As the pain flow to me in a faster than the speed of light Death came in Came breaking the dark abyss with its own dark Reaching my hand to death as it came is all I want. As I reached for death, sudden pain tormented my last strength Then I felt a strange calmness touch my aching bod As I went to search for who tormented my last strength I saw smiles, not from a distant but within reach of mine. I whisper why They shouted you can I whisper I can’t They prolonged that I can. I am an abyss I am empty I am tormented with pain I am glued with hopes To it I push myself to stand Shaking bones and crying eyes To add melancholic atmosphere surround yours truly But, firm I want to stand. With no holding to death I stand I stand to the light of smiles that shouted I can To where the pain goes I want not to escape To where pain goes I want to face.