The pain.
It's worse than anything,
Anything I've ever felt.
Worse than skin tearing,
Or muscle ripping,
Or bone crunching.
It's deeper than that.
It makes it hard to breathe,
Hard to live.
Only I don't live.
Do I?
No.
I simply exist.
One body in a sea of flesh and blood,
Struggling to rise above the surface.
I claw and grasp for any leverage,
Digging my nails into the backs of my fellow man.
Everyone doing to same to me.
We all carry similar scars,
Similar wounds.
I blend into the sea
Struggling against itself,
Killing itself.
The hurt inside,
Knowing that this is my fate,
Struggling for an eternity,
It's blinding.
Consuming.
Paralyzing.
Deadly.
