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The days of suffering, the days of pain;

this feeling never seems to die.

So tied up, bound with this chain,

Memories that bring a tear to my eye.



This nightmare that is never ending,

for this feeling brings out the blood;

and I wish that I was only dreaming

but its reality and here I lie in mud.



There is no light; just merely darkness

for it feels there is no one to save me.

All this pain causes me blindness;

just hoping for something to set me free.



In the darkness, was an image of light;

not heaven nor hell around the light’s bends?

Images lurking in darkness, gave me might,

to stand upon their shadows, to see my best friends.



For a moment, I stood with deception,

to awake in light upon my true glory.

As I now walk with this perception;

I now walk with friends and a mere story.