This pain
This body, so fragile
Deflates its charade
Like the owner in its debt
Could do nothing but obey
This pain
The paucity of my being
Stays in no oblivion
My insides prolapse
It butchers my body
This pain
Every bone, every nerve
Every muscle, every tissue
Could muster the strength enough
To only lift its own weight
This pain
And, at a low ebb
Insomnia creeping in
Eyes see nothing but the lashes
And the blurry light beyond
This pain
And as it smiles the wicked smile
My body twists and turns in angst
My tongue prepares to swear
And collapses dead and dry
This pain
What incites the animosity
Also puts out the fire
Of the incinerator within
And I will die laughing
This irony mocks me
This pain.
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