This rain
So cold
This pain
Now old
Your words
Loud enough
To slash my
Heart like a
Sword
As I walk
Alone
Chills run
Down my
Bones
And you
Stand laughing
As if I was
A dancing
Clown
My tears you
Can't see
The fears that
grasps me
The shadows
In which I live
Each day
Tortures my soul
And darkens
My way
The light is bleak
The path is dry
Whom shall I seek
These thoughts
Make me cry...


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