Pain

Pain devours me,

Ravages my inner-organs,

Eats away at my flesh,

Muscles spasm,

Bones bruise and crack,

Veins tear open,

The blood leaks out,

Crimson puddles for demons to dance in,

Blood-stained white roses,

Burst into bloom,

On the earthen surface of my grave.

The End

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