Pain! Pain: If it weren't for this loathsome pai..

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Pain! Pain: If it weren't for this loathsome pain This existence would barely remain Each breath these lungs draw in such disdain Has become an all too familiar stain How much misery can one soul contain? It's true that pain is a relative sensation An intrinsic isolation An exhaustive Tribulation This wretched souls condemnation I beg, I plea for liberation But every word leaves these lips in vain Each smile on this face has been in feign Each step taken has become a strain What left of the man whose dreams were slain? A mind Forlorn A heart that's torn An innocence that's mourned For walking a path even the devil himself has scorned © 2015 Nate Miller