New sun on an area of eternal darkness
Will the rays break through
Shall a smile grace the face of permanent grief
All that should be good, all that is love
Was forgotten and defiled by the beholder of thine heart
Inner peace is discovered by those who possess madness
Endless nights comprised of pain ad suffering
Drinking until the black holes overcome one's soul
Misplaced loved combine with justified apathy
Transforming control into fate
As fate would have it, trends shall end
Old eras give rise to new
Fresh hope
Inner peace, without indescribable torture
Self-inflicted
Self-induced
Self-healed
The tourniquet never requires attention
Blood ceases to flow forth
Removal is not an option
Worn as a scar
A timeless symbol for what could of been
What should of never happened
Life and joy shall intertwine
Erasing the turmoil of old
One day I shall allow my love to resurface
Another time, another place, another face
However, they will be cheated
For I will never again love as I have loved you
by me, Josh b
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