The Agony Bell
As I lay here, dying on the floor,
I feel again, the pain grow ever more.
As I look up, crying out the color of my eyes,
I see the miserable truth in your lies.
I feel your touch, the familiar stings,
As I listen, the Agony Bell rings.
Silently I hear it's toll,
Screaming out, as it's song tears the hole.
As it screeches I can't stand the sound,
But when it fades, I miss it, like dirt from the ground.
As is sings out in pain,
It calls out my name.
Don't be afraid, don't wish me away,
For when I am gone, I will fade all decay.
I wait for the time that no longer hurts,
I long for the day that doesn't get worse.
I'd die for the day, when the Agony Bell doesn't ring,
The day when it doesn't have to sing..
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