PAIN

EVEN THOUGH THE PAIN NEVER SUSIDEDED
IT BECAME A PART OF HIM.
THE AGONY AND SUFFERING
RUNNING THROUGH HIS VIENS
LIKE BLOOD.

FIGHTS WERE ROUTINE
HIS ANGER WAS CONSUMING
EVERYTHING AROUND HIM
AND ALL THOSE NEAR HIM
WERE AFRAID WHEN HE MIGHT EXPLODE.

HIS WAS A SOUL BOUND IN DARKNESS
AND THE FIRE THAT SHONE FROM WITHIN
HAD BEEN LONG DOUSED
BY THE DARK WATERS OF LONLINESS.

HE SURROUNDED HIMSELF
WITH GENINUINELY LOVING AND CARING PEOPLE.
YET ON THE INSIDE HE WAS ALONE.
HIS PAIN SHUT IN A BOX INSIDE HIS HEART
WHICH SELDOM OPENED.

YET WHEN IT OPENED,
OUT CAME THE SUPPRESED PAIN AND AGONY.
AND HIS WOUNDS WERE BARED FOR THE WORLD TO SEE,
HIS WEAKEST MOMENT, THOSE WERE.

HE'D WANTED TO RUN AWAY,
BUT HIS GHOSTS FOLOWED HIM EVERY WHERE.
FOR HIS TIRMENT WAS ENDLESS,
A PART OF HIS LOWLY EXSISTENSE.

HIS EYES WERE THE PERFECT CURTAIN
HIDING BEHIND THEM THE TRAGEDY
THAT HAD MADE THE MAN
LIKE AN OCEAN HIDING THE SHIPWRECK BENEATH.

FOR HIS PAIN MAYBE GREAT
BUT HE HAD VOWED TO KEEP HIS CURSE TO HIMELF.
HE WAS THAT SILENT VICTIM
WHOM FATE TORTURED AT PLEASURE.

-TO BE CONTINUED