And life goes on,
With suffering as a garment,
Without love songs;
Living afar under a flesh that’s dormant.
And it’s under my skin,
As an invisible fire,
That’s what’s pain looks like,
That’s the obtained reward from a liar.
As far as the discomfort reigns,
The emotional injury dictates,
Erasing the joy and the sun rays;
As this pain punctuates and invades.
