It ripples and spread
Fire burning on flesh.
What is pain?
Blood rushing to the surface
Bubbling blisters,
Nails piercing into skin,
Cutting knives slicing rists?
Ok, but what is real pain?
It's in your head,
Where you can't see,
But you can't hide.
Its always there.
It will never fade.
The words that people say.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
Poetryan idea. If you don't like it... don't read it. There really isn't anything sexual in my poems. all my poems are original, and written by me (unless specified) do not steal.
