More poems by DEAD!Again

pain

Pulsing, Throbbing.

A pain surreal but it feels so real.

Screaming, Tearing though anything and everything.

Silence, a bad sign.

You lay there asleep, you fell no pain anymore.

When you arise you will feel as if what happened was a dream.

But your eyes are red and your throat sore.

When you awaken you feel the pain again and the cycle will begin once more.


Poem by DEAD!Again