Monument of Tragedy
How I loathe the pain of the trouble I've seen.
The worthlessness of the tears I shed.
The unseen, unknown wounds I carry.
Till I lie upon my death bed and shudder.
As the pain leaks through my body
In a rolling, never ending, sorrow.
I sigh for it. Yet I hate it.
But without it, I am nothing.
I sit in constant ponder
Wonder were I shall be led.
Will I return to do the things
I did not do in the life before?
I've had my say for now,
I've spoken of my pain.
I sigh for your hearts content.
I bleed for my own tragedies.
The worthlessness of the tears I shed.
The unseen, unknown wounds I carry.
Till I lie upon my death bed and shudder.
As the pain leaks through my body
In a rolling, never ending, sorrow.
I sigh for it. Yet I hate it.
But without it, I am nothing.
I sit in constant ponder
Wonder were I shall be led.
Will I return to do the things
I did not do in the life before?
I've had my say for now,
I've spoken of my pain.
I sigh for your hearts content.
I bleed for my own tragedies.