Pain
I master the art of pain I'm going insane.
With a soul of a warrior and a heart of a king.
Following a path that's surrounded by sins.
My life is fading away my heart is bleeding from within.
As the blood drip from my neck the Devil watching me with a evil grind.
Can't evade my past I'm just trap in a war that can not be won.
Wait yes it can but only if we unite as one.
Cause i'm living in a world consume with lies.
While some people is living in a world overwhelm with scream and cries.
For my belief I'm ready and willing to die.
And yes I keep my feeling inside.
But sometimes even grown man cries.
Dion A Bess
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