Poezja

Pain is the same & never changes in any way.
Though the amount may rise, my words will never thunder.
The sheer utter thought that memorys won't be made, shatters illusions.
Smiles to cover up everything, they hold a facade that fogs the world. 
Pain is the same & will hurt in any other way. 
Though the cuases for it change, my fealings will never thunder.
The sheer cold can not freeze the warmth I have, becuase the warmth is but illusions.
Smiles seem to rain false joy everyday, they drown all the world.
Though The Pain Smiles my heart's forever hert & forever will pain consume denial.
Forever more it will, Forever more will & never, never will it never be not forever more.