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  Regions of the cerebral cortex associated with pain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  What can i do, what can i say, my heart cries for you every day.

• Illuminating empty pictures of a dead Love gone away, empty years searching.
• Blind memories of endless Love,  empty cradle,  waits for me.

Cause in the void,.  Empty vast-ness-se of pain,…My heart desire,. Crying out, unto him,.  I call your name, just the same from his name.

Cause in the void, the void of Love,…The void of pain,…

Cause in the void,…The pain of love,…Has no end.

• What can i do, what can i say, my heart cries,… For you.
• Painting pictures, empty pictures, of you and dead Love.
• The cradle rocks, it calls my name, black memories  flood in.   

Cause in the void,. Empty vastness,… Of pain,…My heart desire,. Crying out, unto him,. I call your name,  just the same from his name.

Cause in the void, the void of Love,…The void of pain,…

Cause in the void,…The pain of Love,…Has no end.

• I need each day, i need these minutes, to fade away.
• I need the light, i need strength, i need to break this void away.
• Smash darkened walls,.. Burn down it all,.. Build new days.

Cause in the void, the black void i melt away,. My heart desires,.turned to dust, it’s time to go.

Cause in the void,. The dead Love cries, out my name,..The void of pain,  the void of pain, calls out unto him., save my soul,  keep me whole,  change my light.

Cause in the void, the black memories,..Endless vastness-es are cold.

Cause in the void, the room for you,..Cause in the void, the place you choose,..Cause in the void,.. You blew away. Cause in the void i can’t stay.

In the void.           In the void.             In the void.            Empty Void.    EMPTY VOID,.. Void.

There you have it,  another song by:  SANYAVERO  to  STEPHEN STAINES/IN THE VOID.

Odd how they share with me and i them . . .I wonder if they know i share with you?

Picture this . . .I GET IN TROUBLE   Because of you once again . . .Or was that in THEDOGHOUSE/signed and paid for, for another year . . .Just incase you care. hat and no-names.org   One more year of us . . .YIPPEE and to bad for you.

I figure if THETALER does not tell you,  who will?  Kind of like,  especially if it is, only i, the one who knows?  Right?    Right.  Besides, what harm do i pose to anyone, none.

But should you think to take this literature that which is not yours you had better think before you leap or you will be sure to weep and weep. This material belongs to STEVEN STAINES from SANYAVERO.  This is just an introduction may you one day want to hear it sung.

It’s mean guitar gut and all aquatic string. It pounds so hard the roof will fall, as he sings it big and large.  Because in the void,  the large black void, there is room for voice to yell and voice to scream.

PICTURE THIS . . .In a dream,  you are alone in the black,  the black is your light,  and you are there,  calling out.   Empty space drifts by nothing holds, your still alone. No one comes,  no one hears,  no one is there.  BUT YOU CALL ALL ALONE TO FILL THE VOID. You can’t stop calling,  it is days now, and now its years, still the void is unfilled so you can’t leave, until its full of empty dreams and broken hearts. Until you’re told you are done,  to make a new start.

But if no one is there,  who can tell you to wake up.