reflects a face too ugly to adore,
The cold rushes in, it will be dark soon,
In this darkened state, he has to attune,
He has been abandoned in an empty home,
A new chapter in the wall of fate's tome,
Born without a mother, no navel or name,
His only company, a single word,
Pain.
The champagne in a sea of ice,
The cork rockets away, once and then twice,
Tonight they celebrate like new crowned kings,
Surrounded by riches, women, and fancy things,
On the outside he smiles, the time of his life,
But inside a storm is brewing, one of strife,
nobody knows what these riches have cost,
his one friend to replace the family he lost,
Pain.
He is so close now, old, grey and used up,
Doubtless, he knows this will be his last sup',
Hands once made of iron now soft and pale,
His spirit lives on though his body fails,
Flowers in a vase now wilted and dead,
Like them, he is wasting away in bed,
There was only one constant in his life,
That tears away like a quickly stabbing knife,
Pain.
When everyone else turns their back,
When the final chord plays and fades to black,
When you are just existing, dead inside,
When all you want to do is hide,
When you cannot forget all the heartache,
When your sanity is about to break,
There is only one friend true to his word,
The friend everyone has first and last heard,
Pain.
