By Pete Sloman <pete.sloman@bristol.ac.uk>
Date: 18 August 1997

Pain

I walk alone through endless darkness,
Without the light of your love to guide me through.
Things do not happen the way we want them to.
This alone remains true.
Like the agony of solitude,
And the pain of losing you. 

The horror of the human condition,
Burns like acid in my veins,
Without your love to temper the madness,
Without joy to keep the reigns.

So I turn to face the bleakness,
Of life now you've passed by.
I cannot stand what I see before me,
Tonight is a good night to die...