Friday, 15 July 2016

The Sorrow

The Sorrow comes when you least expect it
Makes your feelings all its own.
See that box? You haven't ticked it.
Now you live life all alone.

You are not to know what's coming
Just a moment up ahead,
Waiting round the closest corner
All your wishes will be dead.

The Sorrow does not want for mercy.
The Sorrow waits on no man's whim.
Try to run and try to hide,
But sure enough you'll end with him.

Down and down and down he'll take you 
To the darkest depths of you.
When The Sorrow gives you shelter,
All is lost and black and blue.

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