Pain

I read the poetry of so many, so many that claim to know your name
They hum and sing stanza after stanza of how you've brought them shame
They whine and howl of the darkened cover accompanying the heartbreak
The ghostly presence that chases them about killing their fate

Tomorrows murdered before the sun even had time to die down
The Grim Reaper masquerading with the sad face of a clown
With no tears to be shed, they've gotta be drawn on to his face
You are but a word riding on the breath of the wind that they all claim to have taste

I look into a mirror and see the eyes of the dead looking back at me
I remember entering this world dead, Death prophesized my destiny
But I watch and I listen, Life the bitch that she is has taught me to endure
I watch as they move through life, know you, of that I'm not really sure

They've never stood upon nothing, while looking back at darkness holding your hand
Your words flowing through every fiber of my being with a cadence like a marching band
We are of one, you claimed me at birth and brought breath to my lungs
We can smell your scent upon those that belong, we know who we belong among

The truly homeless has nowheres to go running back to, there's no unwanted family
There's no hot meal on the table but you don't like it, or if only he would had married me
There is no such a thing as the perfect high, you get intoxicated with every breath
Just the fact that you're standing here holding my hand, I shudder at this sudden wealth

Hahaha, they don't know you or the thought of looking into your eyes while making love
They could never understand the sacrifice needed to place someone so high above
To lie here and watched my ultimate sacrifice as it abandoned me before circling down the drain
As you whisper softly into my ear, we are both convinced that they've only heard of Pain