iN MY HEAD: Pain

Pain again, But I can’t feel pain.

Dreams faded and failed Looks like God’s gone again.

My Angel has died My ink has dried off so I can’t write.

Lying in a bed of roses The thorns specially

I cry more than I bleed but it’s reality.

Locked away in the hell of my mind Silently my demons scream for help.

The horror like fine wine in a broken glass, Pain again.