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. NO! WHAT HAVE I SAID? Please let the pain go on and on. |