The pain says

"I have come for you,"

And you say

"You are too blinding, I don't want to look."

Your chest is a wall of fire

The pain says

"I own buckets and I own torches."

You pick torches

Your soul is a wall of thorns

The pain says  

"What can I do for you? "

You say

"Nothing, this is a dream from which I know I will wake."

Your heart is a wall of storm clouds

The pain says

"I will lend you my shoulders and my hands."

You say

"I don't have the strength in me to touch anyone yet."

Life shivers, melts, moves on

The pain says

"I have come for you."

And you look upon it and say

"Yes, I've kept you waiting too long,"

"Let's embrace as equals."