Song of Torture

//AN: This was written a very long time ago while I was still in my deep depressed stupor. I have just stumbled across this, along with numerous other poems.\\

We're all in Hell now, never to be found.

Lost evermore we sit here and weep;

remembering times of bliss, all gone, gone down the drain.

A year of our lives wasted...

happiness? We know nothing of it,

nothing but pain...chaos...disorder...

Where will it end?

Our lives are broken records, repeating the same blood-strewn song over and over.

Always; It's in my head; like the voice of torture...screaching and everpresent.

no matter how loud I scream, your chorus never leaves.

I can't find a way around it, a way to escape it.

Four in the morning; still here, lost and further broken.

On the floor I cr; tears of pain, of anger, and of betrayed hearts...

I can't make your song leave