pain is like color
it flores around everything
pain is not black
it is the color of the brightest star
in the bluest of night
it is the red of a perfect rose
standing in a garden of white
pain is the act of being numb
and still feel every little torn
7/01/2018
The blow did come
living in a hell of pain
is like living in the eye of the hurricane
one might never know
when the next blow comes
one can only be assured
that one will come
and it might be the last
is like living in the eye of the hurricane
one might never know
when the next blow comes
one can only be assured
that one will come
and it might be the last
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