Pain

Something that I see in the world That I feel in my hand That matters to me The taste is so bland So I feel it in the dirt I feel it in the sand I felt it on his heart I hated that man I smelled it in his clothes I seen it in his face A hell of a world I had to embrace I felt it in his life And then when he passed I seen it in his eyes I came so fast Seen him in the wind I tasted the dust The sickest of all creations His end was a must For it is him I never will trust For he is my pain. Sincerely, The Sun