Pain.
Pain.
It's all I feel.
Its crawled its way,
right through my brain,
and through my heart,
which now is stained,
right to my soul,
or what remains.
This hurt.
This ache.
It's just too real.
It seems to make,
the celing peel,
the building shake ,
the mountains quake ,
I feel so fake,
how much more can I take?
One cut.
One drop.
That crimsion red.
Mixes with lead,
to write what ive said,
and let them know,
I'll soon be dead.
