Pain. The black, swirling abyss that plagues the edge of my path.
Pain. The sinister, accusing eyes that glare out at me from the darkness.
Devils trapped in flesh intensify the feeling.
Screams fall harmlessly on uncaring ears.
Cry with your expression, with your body, with your mind.
Cry the pain away, finding a abstract calmness in the lull.
Pain. The jeers and jokes echoing eerily around my head.
Pain. The skin tearing like paper on a razor-sharp edge.
Flailing limbs fall short of the solitary helping hand.
Try and fail to find a friendly face.
Weep with your expression, with your body, with your mind.
Weep away the drowning wave, finding temporary peace in the barren landscape.
Pain. The merciless hunter of thousands of lives.
Pain. The monster controlled by the modern horrors around us.
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