Whilst I'm working on more, and all of the other crap I have to wade through, please enjoy this pile of rubbish.


#27


My flesh may tear,
It may be scarred.
My bones may break,
Break into shards.
My skin may sizzle,
In a fire so great.
My lungs may fill
With water from a lake.
My soul tortured
In the depths of hell.
But I have a pain much worse –
No one can tell.