Whoever said pain is weakness leaving the body doesn’t know pain
Pain is the constant reminder of a parasite who feeds off your soul
Pain is knowing that every dream you ever had was shattered in one moment
Pain is knowing that revenge will never heal what you so easily destroyed
Pain is seeing the smile that comes to your face when you remember what you did to me
That look in your eyes when I see you over me with your foot on my throat
Your voice as it sings out those notes of false hope upon the ears of the forgotten
You are the face of destruction, an angel of death… yet an angel none the less
Pain is having your heart stolen by someone you already gave it to
Only to have it ripped to pieces right in front of you
Its lies cut through your skin like the sharpest of blades
As your tears rub in the salt pain would have added if it only had the chance
Pain may be physical but I’ve heard time heals all wounds
Scars may remind us but I know all memories eventually fade
And yet the impact you’ve made is somehow eternal
These wounds that you’ve caused will surely be the end of you
What you forgot is that a parasite’s life ends with its host’s
It turns out the dream that you shattered was holding me up
Justice is knowing that as I crash down I’m dragging you with me
Whoever said pain is weakness leaving the body doesn’t know you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem