I feel the stalking tread of time,
fearful and weary past all knowing.
It's not supposed to end like this
slowly and in pain.
with the knowledge
burning through the pleasure,
a demon, horned with hooves of stone,
that grinds the flesh down to the bone.
To hurt is now to be alive,
to stop the pain is death.
Please stop the pain, I shriek.
WHAT HAVE I SAID?
Please let the pain go on and on.