Is this how it ends?
Alone I cry that this pain may end;
Each day brings more fear;
Each sunrise I pray for a better day;
Afraid of the sunset as it marks the end;
Sunset as a reminder that everything has an end;
Afraid to close my eyes fearing death;
Sleep eludes me with time;
The one body part I feed betrays me;
Each pain a reminder that I’m alive;
As a wipe each tear I value my hands,
A tear a reminder my hands function;
Seems like the only part yet to betray me;
Haven’t checked my legs since I’ve been in bed;
Never let you live without food;
Three times a day I feed you;
Never did I expect much from you;
How can you betray me like this?
In the night she comes,
Freeing all the women from their pain.
as she made their pain go numb
she looked at the abusers with disdain
I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain
Help other women with the same?
Pashant is what they called her.
Her arms were strong as steel.
She was a true fighter
as you can see she was very skilled
I still don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain
Help other women with the same?
She didn't do this for attention
That wasn't the type of person she was
she did this for prevention
Everynight this is what she does
Oh, I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain
Help other women with the same?
Her eyes were very daring,
She didn't take any mess from anyone
She had the beauty of a fairy
She would not run
I don't know how she does it
How could a woman with her own pain
Help other women with the same?
They have told me,
to go to battle n war with the gods u'll have to be really
powerful,
Or just plain mad in pain not just pain but universal pain,
Combine with pain,love,sadness,anger,despair, n everything
else.
But for i hve over come tht pain when I'm in need of it just
becomes,
A reaction n a defence to protect me for when I am in
danger a rush of combine goes
Through my body I become the most hated thing to god for
there is no aNgel nor evil tht can get on my
Way to face the almighty for he gets a chill in his mind I
become a challenge to him
A danger him, I am no human, I am no monster, I am
nothing u have seen or will see. With nothing to
Lose n lost everything I had. I just ask n tell my self this.
Human ask "who r u?".
I say " who Am I to him? "
U ask ur self how dare I say n do this. For ill tell u who I am
n tell u where I am.
My name is viergro n I'm the monster tht lives n hides
inside,Felipe Santiago.
If u dare n want let's do this!
Every full moon I'm out, every 25th I am released. N for
every fight u just make my day.
I see the pain in your eyes,
And you should know I've been there too.
All you tell is lies,
Just to make it through.
I want to make your pain go away,
I want it to haunt you never again.
I want you to stay,
So I can help stop your sufferin.
But your stubborn and fearless,
Loveable, but careless.
You try to convince me
That none of this is so,
You tell me to leave it be,
And I do so you won't go.
But, I still worry about you,
Night and Day.
I hope it is soon,
That I can help find a way,
To where you won't have to lie,
And waste away
Just to make it through
Another day.
I wake up in agony
and dont know why
has my body really given up on me
why should i try?
everyday there is new pain in my stomach and my chest
im becoming me less and less
im no longer younge
far from the sixteen year old girl i once was
now im twenty seven and frail and old
you may laugh at that i can see
but im riddled with arthiritis you see
i didnt ask for the pain
but i still wake up and smile
fore dwelling is just not my style.
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