There is just something about pain is there not?
About devastating fire running amok through your veins with a destruction so accurate you're wondering if your life is already over.
Scared to discover what will be left, is it enough to survive?
To walk around with a purpose, I can't remember the last time I did.
My lies are spinning me around. There is nothing else on my mind.
Used to find the future so promising, but now it's hard to keep my optimism.
How long can I be strong to continue the path i'm walking on.
When my rage is like molten lava destroying everything on it's way.
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Something about pain.
PoetryA collection of short poems in which I write about my feelings and my outtake on life. In these I'll describe several occasions that stood out.
