• Pain Everlasting

    The chilling howl of sorrow pure.

    Oh how your touch could be my cure.

    you can't imagen this bloody pain.

    My tears they fall like april rain.

    In my mind I hear the sounds.

    His name, your lips, My chians do bound.

    And on the wound the salt is poured.

    I close my eyes, In anguish roar.

    Don't take my hand or hold me close.

    When not I but he you crave the most.

    Come now to my dark place.

    As my heart begins to race.

    I long to kiss, I long to touch.

    All of which I long to much.