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Blackness of the Soul
I AM A DISEASE
I've come to know I am a disease
With one touch, it spreads with ease
There is no cure
Of that I am sure
So let me go if you please.
I fill people's heart with hate
Though years pass, it doesn't abate
Not making a sound
Until it is much too late.
I don't mean to harm anyone
But just knowing me damage is done
Your heart fills with pain
Over and over again
A blackness covers the sun.
I didn't want a life like this
If it were gone, I wouldn't miss
I'd wish it away
Even for just one day
To have a day full of bliss.
I've tried to make the most of life
At every turn though, nothing but strife
With no one to care
And nothing to share
The pain in my heart is like a knife.
I hope I'll find some saving grace
When I finally get to leave this place
The pain will be gone
Yet I won't be alone
Never again to cause a hurt face.
But until then, I'm still a disease
Pain of the heart comes with ease
And if I could
Send it away I would
So everyone hereafter would have peace.
©Ashel Ladyhawke 10212013