pain is...an utterly meaningless word.
A simple combination,all in all.
How could all of my longings,feelings and lost
Be summed,within four brief letters?
How dare you talk of pain?
Have you ever experienced dying of thirst
But recieving nothing but a motionless glance?
Have a great sip of alcohol burn down your throat
And slip all way down your spine?
Have you tried to breath in smoke
Dreaming of it to fill your empty stomach
Standing in the freezing,breath-taking night
Pale and shimmering ,close to fainting?
Only then will you know
What pain is
How dare you talk of pain?
Hands pierced by the rust iron fence
Blood spreads,as your heart beats
Red and real blood,it drips on the ground
Still you don't move,Still you don't care
Cloaked by the grey,endless despair
Eyes filled with filthy,burning tears
Darkness stirs your mind and it breaks your heart
Only then,will you know
What pain is.
How dare you talk of pain?
Have you given everything to a man
He whom you saved with your own flesh
Have you lied in his arms
And be graced with the warmth?
In his arms,you tremble as hell
Your body shattered,your tears dried
After making your last ,last confession
You pray for nothing
But a sorrowful,tender kiss
There-in the haze which were neither real nor false
You feel this kiss.
So light for such power,right on the forehead
In that kiss which was softer than anything excisted
In that immense ripple of sensation and joy
In that taste of unbelievable satisfaction
And more delight than you can bear
Only then! Will you know
What pain is...
Pain is being loved.
Pain is to love.