The Pain Was No More
He watched the spider crawl down his are toward his fist.
He watched, apathetical, as it sunk its fangs into his wrist.
As his wrist began swelling, the spider sailed away;
But the poison cursing through his veins was there to stay.
When his heart started to slow, he began to feel the pain.
The pain began to spread up his arm. He slumped to the floor.
His whole chest was erupting with pain when the convulsions began:
White hot needles were piercing his veins as his seizure continued.
Pain was all he was. No man, no human, no feelings--save one.
With a final convulsion, his head cracked on the floor:
The pain was no more.
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