No one understands the power of pain-- it gives you all the pleasure It gives them all the shame. Does it make you feel good? No one else left to blame. You can feel your heart pounding adrenaline in your veins-- all the aspects of death are one and the same. An empty soul without even a name-- Will the pain ever die? Will emotions ever tame? Fighting and killing, it's all one big game-- in a world that only revolves around pain
This poem was written by me at 14 in the early 90's