Pain, as in "knives in open wounds"
or as in "my heart was trampled into dust"
no matter what, pain is the King
the Absolute Monarch
everything else bows to pain
This pain endures, it never leaves
it's memories remembered too well
where they are nothing else can live
they tar over everything
this coating of tar is thick and deadly
everything beneath it dies
Except for one small sun-hungry flower
how did it survive beneath the tar?
who knows, but it raises its petals to the sun
it sucks in light and fresh air and live it does
a miracle dethrones King Pain
at least for some time
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-08-25 17:08:37
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