Affliction Woe

Affliction Woe
By: Adam M. Snow

Here I am alone again thinking of a single rose that bleeds;
for I am suffering with this pain that grows like weeds.
There's something going on inside my head;
it's making me insane calling out, "Affliction woe."
The voices echoes "Let it show."

What does this mean, "affliction woe?"
I ask myself, "What does it want me to show?"
I'm alone in this room so I thought;
that's when I notice something in this mirror that I long fought.
"Affliction woe" he said as the voices echoes yet again, "Let it show."

"Let what show?" I ask. The voices replied, "Affliction woe; let it show."
Oh my agony how my heart aches; my body's also numb;
is this truly what I've become?
I hear it yet again the voices whispering, "Affliction woe; let it show."

The night is now dreary and cold like ice;
for my pain keeps lingering on not once but twice.
Am I truly alone in this room so dark and dreary?
Who am I now also weary?
"Affliction woe" the voices echoes yet again, "Let it show."

Is it my pain that it want me to show?
Is that what they meant by affliction woe?
The voices echoes "Let it show."

It was this pain that caused my heart to ache, my body to be so numb.
Now I know for me to be free from this pain called affliction woe;
that I should always let it show.

My heart doesn't ache; my body's no longer numb;
no fear of affliction woe to come.
For I hear the voices echoing let it show no more.
The room is no longer dark now I can see;
that this is truly, truly for the best of me.