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For the Pain

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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: Sep 5, 2007

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For the Pain

This temptation brings me down,
I wrap my desires around me,
And wear them like a shroud
Easily gotten,
Means easily taken away,
And only I know if it's worth it,
The price I have to pay,
For the pain

For the pain makes me humble,
The pain, it makes me whole,
It's the only thing I've found in this world,
And I can't seem to let go
Temptation is the demon,
That follows me everywhere
My destruction,
Is my only salvation

I raise my needs above me,
And wear them like a crown
This torture flows through me,
I submit without a sound
Easily gotten,
Means easily cast away
Should I walk through this,
Or should I walk away?

For the pain makes me tremble,
Makes me beg for release,
And I would give all I have,
If only I could find peace
Temptation is the demon,
That rests in my soul
Take one look into my eyes,
And then you will know,
My destruction,
Is my only salvation

For the pain makes me bitter,
The pain brings me low
For the pain resides in my heart,
And never seems to go
The pain is like a river,
I wash in it's deeps
For the pain is all the secrets,
Only I know that I keep
The pain is a part of me,
It always seems to show
For the pain is the one thing,
I can never let go
The pain, is the darkness of my soul

jlplll Sept 7, 1999-Revised January 6, 2010

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