I try, but for naught
To suppress these primal feelings
The pain that was wrought
Upon my very soul
Has consumed every inch of me
From pole to excruciating pole
I try to understand
The reasons for my madness
It must be part of some plan
This eternal, undying sadness
And yet, I come to think
That these events can't have a purpose
Just a test to take me to the brink
And seperate my life from its surface
But as the days go by
These feelings subside
I realize my agony
Is only what I let it be
So I release all these useless thoughts
Unfulfilled wishes I futilely sought
And begin anew, this life of mine
Twice broken, three times reborn.
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