Bleak Black Pain Within Me Makes Me Want To Cry

I reach my fingers through the skin and bone and into my brain and squeeze.
I pull, I bend, I rip, I tear, I smash, I hit, I push, I , I, I, I - oh damn the pain.
It leaves me not, not ever always there to play hide and seek with me.
Drugs help not , for they make me something I don't want to be.
Helpers run, hide, peek and cry but nothing helps, always the pain.
I wait under the cool water breathing with a thin tube life into my body.
Only there no pain, Only there clear pure thoughts, only there.
But then they come, the bad helpers and pull my thin tube of life out.
I raise up and the pain says hello my friend I'm still here, hee hee.
They say that I must come, so very important, I must come now, now.
They dress me up in my pretty pretty suit and tie and whisk me away.
I tell them to Beware The Sleeping Dragon will one day swallow them whole.
They think I joke, but wait and see my little bad helpers, wait and see.
For the flames are building within and the dragons thoughts are waking.
Beware the sleeping dragon...

Robert Hayden Pursell
25 October 2004

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