Pain of Pains

PAIN OF PAINS Imagine love long last with plainly progressive pain No long thug years without some stains Timely trying to break through like in chains Living a fast lanner, although like a stranger Hostile heart plots me the right tactics to aim her With the pain and aches of wasted blood Got to be a Shylock after emerging from the stitches Making an insidious being even to a loved one And making a vigilant sinner out of thee Having to say anxious prayers on frigid knees The smell of fury and revenge is in the air And even the whirlwind struggles to blow it away Snaringly beckoning on thee as an apparition Like Makavelli and Tupac, the ghost will last; The ghost of a sinner's past. Make my arms start to froze, eyes open, mouth start to ooze Turning the beholder into ice-rink from head to toe Even after taking peaceful doze The mind still eventually goes... Back from living dead,cold coming turns heart into stones Which breed and sparks torment of thy soul Never strong enough to equal the pain of pains. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 2013