It’s what drives us insane
The emotional and physical receptors
All that the body takes in
To some, it is a daily specter
From a cut, to the loss of love
An argumentative bout, to that of a punch with a clenched glove
Tis an incurable disease, one that can tease
However, there is a final solution, one that can solve the pollution
Shake its hand, and make the stand
Steady your hand, and drive the blade deep
Let everything spill, soon there will be nothing left to keep
You can feel the all hurt, and loss leave.
As you’re welcomed by the others before you.
Make room, for the others that will soon join too.
What you gave up
When your heart stopped
Was what tried to help you
Though pain was as two faced and cruel
It helped too, as you’ve lost the duel
The cycle will repeat, as you’ve only added fuel.
To the fire.
It will spread and consume.
To the far reaches of those who tire.
Of the pain, your new tomb
When there is a cure
We may yet be pure
Until then, all we know is pain
