The Symphony of Pain
Love, loss, and eternal grief.
Gone in the world where none can follow,
the land unseen and forever a mystery,
The love now gone, lost to the winds,
for he shunned life in all its magical forms.
Nothing remains but his poignant absence,
digging deep into the skins of those left behind,
they all gather, with him not in the picture,
jumble together and form a house;
a misshapen ugly house of mourning!
to cry for those who left untimely,
to yearn for the non-existent,
wailing and crying, trapped in a vacuum.
These anguished tenants with eternal grief,
and the blood of an innocent soul,
bang their heads on every wall,
their eyes all red and brains all dead;
they wail and wail to create a symphony of pain,
that never stops, and never dies,
echoing in the void, the crazy screams!
only to be heard in our devilish dreams.
