Pain,
A pain that pierces and protrudes,
Tumbles and twirls through my every thought,
Preventing my primal purpose.
This serge of secondary sense echoes eternally in my empty head.
I now know of how much I have lost.
Substance surrounds me,
But my reaction is silent:
I am lost.



'Way from me
'Way from me
take it away


'Way from me
'Way from me
out of my face


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