The Acquiescence

Am I not man to stand the pain? Open up the gates of torture! Endless flames may burn my flesh, may in my soul be a real scorcher! I will endure the hurting ache! So tear away the scurf of scars - unhealed deep wounds in my own heart engraved like deadly memoirs. Oh like a fool I longed to see what couldn’t last, as wise man says. I remember all the afflict on which long years oblivion lays. I stand and open my arms wide to feel the power of nightmare. Come thunderbolt of madness, come! Embrace me horror, hug me scare!