Pain, always my inspiration..
Every cracked bone,
Every cut through the flesh..
Every sad stupid song,
All the broken pieces come along.
As bitter as the first sip,
As untamed as the free spirit.
Pain has changed and saved,
And played god with time so made.
Its beauty is mad, overpowering.
To the weeping, eternally burning..
To the memory of the forgotten,
The warmest embrace of the frozen.
Wishing pain can ease pain,
And tears can wash grief..
May the weight of my soul
Be carried before I fall.
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