Pain

The fires is alive with the crack of a whip
Pour the boiling water, a slow steady drip
With legs that shake, these bones are mine
An agonizing fracture in the test of time

The sandpaper brushes away at my skin
my double edged sword, a monster within
A shooting star burns deep within my veins
My parched paper skin erupts in flames

The pickaxes chip without end at my soul
A raw mean release, missing parts of a whole
Chains collect dust in a melting wax heart
A paltry spark of hope for the promised new start