Untitled Pain

It haunts me,
This strange and lonely place,
In which I fade in and out of,
At a very dangerous pace.

Bit by bit, I become deaf to the world,
Endless mourning and weeping rang through my ears,
Though I can hear it, it cannot hear me,
It could see through my eyes, but only I could feel its tears.

As if a previous life had once again opened its eyes,
Only to witness the ultimate betrayal,
The heart of an immortal, broken to bits,
But what I see are storms of hail.

In between reality,I see it,
A body crushed under tons of debris,
Flesh stripped away by stones from the sky,
Its tortured soul weeps for eternity.

It curses and cries, screams and shouts,
Till its all I can hear, driving me insane,
I cannot sleep, I cannot think,
Taking its toll on me, day after day.

These people, called Immortals,
Live forever but to what cost?
emotional pain that led to one's death,
They're soon reincarnated but their sorrow is never lost.

I painted pictures of what i saw,
Of ruined castles in valleys of ice,
Desolate, dark, foreboding,
And bodies that were frozen but still alive.

The betrayal cut so deep,
Agony manifested and took control,
After the pictures were done,
I shot them all.

There was no bullet but yet I was bleeding,
At last the crying finally grew softer,
But the lights started to go out as well,
Maybe we no longer have to suffer.

With closed eyes, I see nothing but darkness,
The voice saying that it doesn't want to open its eyes ever again,
As we both die, the pain resonating through me begins to fade,
My last prayer went to the insane, the ones in love and especially the damned.