I got arms that long to hold you
And keep you by my side
I got lips that long to kiss you
And keep you satisfied
You see yourself as the darkest shadow
I see you as the light.
I used to think you were the one
Now I’m sick of thinking anything at all
It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.
You are mortal; you age; you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?