Pain
As intense pain races through the vains of my mind
and my soul's brown eyes splash their tears
I inhale the past supplying my life
with bygone thoughts through the years
As the extreme heat of suffering scorches love's skin
and you apply dry ice to my burns
I melt from the sting, later to blister
festering from your callous turns
As you gently place my head into your guillotine
and decapitate my ideas from your life
I am left with the whole world on my shoulders
As you storm away, and wipe-off my knife.
Copyright © Jack Kenny | Year Posted 2008
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