Pain

I see a blackbird fly on past

When all the world is still

With all the sorrows I’ve amassed

Now floating in a rill

Potent as a valium pill.

Each sad Ghost now nightly returns

To do his master’s ugly will

While writhing in the pain he earns.

Now all these nightmares Hell must fill

As its cruel torment burns

His master moans with sound so shrill

While writhing in the pain he earns.

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