Pain Poem by Kute Makerz

In losing me, I might lose you too
Out of nothing came a lot of things
You don't know what joy there may be in pain
Pain is not what one would wish for
For me, pain is my most cherished friend
With pain, my eyes are alight
The drug is pain, a dose of it and I come alive

Pain is the drug until my six feet is dug
Intense pain is nothing, but love
Sip it slowly from the bottom of a mug
For my variation, remember me a Labov
Already dead; not sure about being scared
My heart is scarred like a tortoises' shell
Papers, pipes and empty bottles...
Take me away before my freedom is opposed with shackles