Pain

November 25, 2008
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Pain

Like a killing disease
It can destroy you.
Consuming you like a meal
It takes over without a clue
And soon you can’t feel
It runs through every Vane
And that’s just the beginning of Pain.
Becoming angry and sad
You feel no life inside.
Then you turn mad
And you have to abide.
There is no cure
It’s always near
And I know this for sure
It can’t ever fear.
It spreads faster
Leaving even less
And acts like your only master
Leaving behind a big mess.
It’s always there
Running through your vanes
And does not even care
Because that’s just Pain.





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