Saints of Sorrow -SPG-

I'm a dead end she says
With no hope of a future
A conclusion she's reached after a trial of 30 days
Enough time I suppose to judge a person's worth

So I'm the equivalent of a tiny coaster you received in the post decades ago
I can feel it hurts but the pain isnt registering
Being dead inside must have made me immune
Another loss in a which my memories will consume

I can try to drink away my problems
But I know that avenue just turns back down this street
I've become one with the dark that I live in
Let it breath through me via pen and paper
And the tears become the words I cannot speak

Why are you always depressed?
Someone has to serenade the saints of sorrow
While the rest of you smile
And swallow your wine and feast
Taming the beast known as love

I'll rise again to try and find my place
Amongst the wolves and sheep
And the creatures in between
Finding my final piece so that I can achieve peace

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