Pain Is the Sweetest Sorrow

Chaos and destruction, creating ashes of sorrow and despair. Overflowing like an open ashtray at a crowded table. The scalding cinders cause soars of silken red. A sweet pain far worse than an eve I've sustained. The memory of your death, still fresh inside my mind. Want to take a drill to awl them all out. This pain cries out, trying to bring forth the tears. Yet none come, and I still feel all alone. Are you happy where your are now? Is there a heaven out there after all? At least you no longer suffer as life often makes us do. If I wouldn't hurt other people I'd join you. So sleep eternal my faithful friend. For I know we'll me again in the end.