The pain I feel is strange to me.
So strange to me it is,
that I don't believe it should count as pain.
It is more a feeling that makes me omit pain out.
I feel nothing
Nothing but numb
My heart rate picks up at the mention of things, not quit non yet
Though I feel as if I have left something and need to remember it.
Like I have forgotten something, or misplaced.
Though now when I try to only think of it,
It strikes me fast and hot,
across my body
at a full blown trot
Like a stamped of horses wild and free has been giving a path to come and run over me.
They step on my heart, my stomach, my chest
Like a burning wild fire,
it will soon spread through to the rest.
Till there is nothing left in its path,
but ashes ashes ash