First the impact The shock and pain Of the words I can deal with But from these bullet like words A dull ache creeps out Creeping out from my wounded body This ache slowly inches along my frame I feel it corrupting my core. My bones dense with pain My soul clouded by its mask I feel it swell inside of me. It builds up until I feel it in my skin The transformation is complete My being is now of pain, My only feeling is of dull ache My thoughts are this hurt I will have to wait it out I know sometime soon Lifeβs joys will purge my soul