Famous pain

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Enthralled,
I Torture
Myself
Over
And Over
Again
With
Thoughts
Of
You.

They Go Nowhere.
Mean Nothing.
And No One Hears Them
But Me.

Yet They Sing
Such A Pretty Song
Of Destruction.

You Can Hear The Beats,
Bounce Around My Soul
Where The War Rages On.

I Try To Regain
Some Semblance
Of Control.

Because I Know
This Life
Is My Last One,
The Last Time I Will Be
Reborn.

So I Wanted To Pull
You Close;
This Time Our Love
Would Be Shown.

Instead I Sit Under
This Star Lit Sky,
Alone,
Listening To The Song
Of Us:
Being Destroyed In The War
Of My Soul.