My Pain To Feel

This is my demon to kill My hell to quell In the bed of my own grill And the comforts I swell Cooking in the oil of my toil Wrapped in the foil of my soil Marinated in the bile of my own smell Dipped in a pool of my drool to cool This was my egg to boil They were my hopes to sell Before the infernos left me clinging to a pole And regretting the dreams they stole It is my wrong judgement to trial My sins and crimes to bail The thread of my life to reel As the needle pricks are too real This is my self portrait to pencil To clean the splash of life’s spinning wheel To wipe the mud of troubles from my heel And my letter to quill and seal So I must break the shell And bury the empty coffin in a well Hope to find some coins and maybe a pearl Before I fill the hole in the soil I drill This my soul to spoil If I choose to wheel and deal And my pain to heal If I choose to bow and kneel This is my ship to sail My coral reef to the eel if I fail My dead skin to peal To cure my own ill