Treasure Island

Peter Madden

(23/3/72 / Manchester)

A Pain Like Fire

a pain like a fire in my blood...
itching and burning me within..
consuming all rational thought...
till i weaken to the sin...

to everyone else im on a high...
lies spilling through my lips..
like the blood running down my thigh...
a testiment upon my hips...

patterns of my pain...
my skin a reddend mesh...
symbols of my souls torment...
carved in blood and flesh...

i carry on as normal...
hiding all my pain...
silently screaming through my smile..
slowly going insane...

i hide my wounds and my scars..
there mine and mine alone...
tokens of whats wrong inside...
deep within the bone...

Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2012

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this is dedicated to my wifes struggles with bipolar and anxiety disorder and self harm...this is how i percieve her pain

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