The pain
It owns the hours
As it screams
Receipts

You waited in line

But the cash didn't register
Your fate

Because what you spent
Was flesh

How much does it cost
To keep someone else lot

You thought
Was yours

A man could lose the whole world

For what
It cost

The pain
Reminds the brain
Who is control
And it's not man's
Ghost

Every excruciating ache
Accompanied with a prayer
To take
It all away

Repeated again

The pain pulses
It beats and throbs
Relentlessly compulsive

I cry
As my veins bulge
And strain
And beg
For a microscopic
Mercy to
   Please
Remember I'm
Just a man

Tortured by the pain
Scorching
Burning up in flames
My tears boil in my
Name

Changed
To mud

The pain
It suffers me
In a weakened strength

That pushes me
To the edge of the razors blade

Sometimes you get cut trying to shave
Perhaps I should just grow a beard

And endure
The pain
To the story's end

That never comes