Famous pain

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.