The soul suffers,
The body aches and the mind quakes with the desire.
The desire to feel the fire once again. To know the heat of passion, the sting of the lash with a sweet laugh of malice. As the pain reigns down upon me.  To feel hands grip the flesh and know the suffering is out of love. Given unto me from above. So very long has the song been quiet. So very long has the wound festered and poison now seeps into my veins. Corrupting my flow and the world I know.


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