A Pain That Stays Awake

The beauty of the song.
The knife within me.
The burning of the soul.
The cut beneath.
The heart years for more.
The drain of a soul so pure.
And the hidden passion that seethes.
On call of passion.
Rected to dust.
The stain I have.
Will never be just.
Burned in desire.
Of row and flames.
The height I reach out to.
Is merely a claim.
Forgotten fury of the past.
Of tender woes and passion ablast.
Of center mind.
Of pain obscure.
Of land in trouble.
Of life endured.
Rain of light.
Rainbow of haze.
Black clouds in the horizon.
Will always shade my way.
Certain figures of emotion.
Will only work their way.
The knife in the gutter.
The pain that stays awake.