The Pain In Pain

I woke up one Sunday morning, to find that,
something was not rite, something had changed,
There was a Pain, in me, right below my chest, in my right lung,
Probably, and inseparable, Pain has found a new mate to hang out with.

Sorrow, as I now is never lonely, it will find some pal or the other,
Waiting to speak, waiting to make him one, carefully ingesting itself,
Like a virus, or probably a bacteria infection, it just makes you whole,
Thus I proclaim, Pain has found me, its new servant, its new friend.

I smoke, but my pain is still burning inside me,
I drink, but my thirst just increases each time I see you or I don't,
I feel like no food can make my hunger satisfy, or no wine, make my thirst go,
I lie on my bed in pain, as each moment passes, no care, no love, no time,
Only Pain.

And then the worst of my enemies comes through, a speck in my throat,
I cough, for eternity it feels, And the Pain, no the suffering like,
a Sword drilling inside my lungs, like a sword, pierced in me,carefully going in,
Deeper and deeper, it goes, and i cant stop it, it stops, when it wants to stop.

Each moment life is Pain, Each day I miss my love, any love,
That i can get, is like pure smell of the oceans, I feel like,
there is no tomorrow without pain, no yesterday without grief,
No today, which can can make me happy, the Sorrow is deep, m lung hurts again as i write.

And no prophesy, can deliver me, No one can make me happy but you,
The pain, can leave me whole, my money is still not come, so I cant treat myself,
Feels like these are my last days, counting each day each moment, count down,
Alas, I read an email, like breath of fresh air, painless i lie, wow what a sound!

She writes to me, She writes that she cares, Pain, You cant make me sad,
The joy of joys, the pure sense of happiness, the most incredible thing,
Ever to happen, in life, is a sense of wanting, like someone wants you,
Pain and now you, both want me, both love my sorrow, and in pain i sleep, to wake up again in Pain. I sleep.