Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Pain

Pain
You inglorious bastard
You ruiner of moments
Of weeks
Of life

Acute and fully alive
Dull and annoying
I ache both for you and from you
You fucking
suck, Pain
Stabbing, throbbing,
wicked Pain
Pulsing, burning, cruel

You take prisoners
You make prisoners
And punish them
For the crime of being
Alive Pain

Are you telling me something?
Mumbling, shouting, stupid
I hate you
And then, when it is only you
I am relieved
Nothing else matters

Pain
Here you are again
In line at the store
Here you are again
Reading with my daughter
Here you are again
Rooting in my body

Pain
Fuck you
Stop tormenting me
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain
Pain

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