The 1129s

I am the goddess of pains I run altogether with weeping souls I stand before excruciated hearts As you know I am the goddess of pains I, and the void men We will always living in nowhere We will always drag out our tears We will always fighting a losing battle We will always feel alone I, and the army of agony We will always laugh on dreary fun For we will better be the non-existance As we will, one day, become absolute No, sorry, darling My body is seared And your help always downcast me And my heart is eaten by dark And we both know That we can do nothing about it Afterall I am the goddess of pains And I am the only one who should lead every wretched men

I live on my amoniac sack, alone And felt my mother’s love, alone I cried and cried about someone, alone And fell into my darkest place of my heart, alone I laugh on my own fault, alone And I smiled for my ownself Nobody could seperate my soul with another spirit, And my spirit couldn’t living without my soul Then when I tell 2 boys about this poetry, This living song This suffocated gasp of me, The first boy will say this is an empty howling poetry And another boy will laugh as hard as he could But, whatever. I wouldn’t think over about it. I am the loner. Why would I over think about somebody’s speech abaout me? I won’t suffering without them, anyway.