Can you ever kill the pain,enough to make it go away?
Or will the pain control your soul and take your life someday?
How do you bear the razors edge,as it slices through your flesh?
How will you hear the angels sing,when the pain has made you deaf?
To feel the pain as it rips and scars, and no one to really care.
To live a life engulfed in pain,to have this cross to bear.
To take the breath straight from your lungs
To lose the ones you bore.
To have your heart ripped from your chest,
To be with life no more.
To be a mother without her young,no trace of what used to be.
A shattered conquered empty shell,a lonely vessel lost at sea.
Blackness is as dark can get
I strain but eyes are weak,to travel down a road not lit
for the answers I still seek
The question was....................
CAN YOU KILL THE PAIN?
AS far as I can see,
the answer to that questions .......NO.......
