Pain

Pain
By: Adam M. Snow

Tormented lies,
and pain filled eyes,
hatred scorned,
and all who mourned,
suffers with an empty abyss,
with no hope nor bliss.

So let the dead walk,
let dreams be broken,
there's no hope for the lost,
all voice's unspoken.

There's no rest for the weary,
no rest for the wicked,
all is caged,
all is dreary.

The scars dripping blood,
falls upon the mud.
The reaper's lurking near,
with eyes of fear.
Life is what's taken,

and all is forsaken.