What Comes From Pain

© Abby Ryan

 

You fight with your lips

And lash with your teeth

Never do you leave me with a moment of peace

 

Constantly we bicker

Constantly we fight

Is their no other way to hide the pain in our sight

 

I guess death is our path

Holy is our lack

Tyranny is our god

And death shall be our song

 

For there is no other way,

No, everything I say

Reminds me of that day

For the darkness we create

Binds us to a stake

And lights the hay

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