Pain controls my every move
My every thought
I acan't escape it.
The way it hurts so much
But yet it can relieve the pain.
Pain coantrols my every need
My every want.
There is no way I can let go.
I live for it
I die for it
It's in my soul.
The sharpness of the blade
The softness of my skin
The redness of my blood
The shortness of breath
The endless dark
The endless burning
My endless death.
Copyright 2005 broken_spirit
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