Late Night Pain

A cold chill runs down my spine

as a tear so bloody streams from my eyes

another night of torture and pain

lost from the moment, tossed from the game

each step i walk down this path

is faulty, is wrong, only little broken glass

but the pain i face, the will i break

cause this is my life, this is my way

I know that this night makes no sense

such as a child's cry in the middle of bliss

but more than that this tear has life

is another's pain, another cry

so i say to you, my friend who reads

this cold cold night that seems so mean

its only a glimpse, only a shine

of the pain, the torture deep inside

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