Pain, Suffering, and Numb

Who

Is it you?

Is it me?

Is it some god?

Or is it simply the fault of chaos?

What is responsible for this?

This pain one feels on dark nights

Pain that seems to bite

To gnaw on tender hearts

Stabbing at your sanity

Destroying the foundation of your own mind

Replacing deep-rooted certainty with doubt

Decaying your values

Is this pain knowing?

Knowing of how it hurts

If so, does it take pleasure in it?

Or does it perform its duties accidentally?

Is that why songs are sung by razors?

Songs performed in secret

Does it not wish death of anything but itself?

Are we simply victims in its own internal conflict?

Answers are too far away to grasp

Yet close enough to see

Questions, or Answers?

Which hurts the most?