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
Life’s joys will purge my soul
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 11:42 AM UTC
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
Life’s joys will purge my soul