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I am both life and death


Pain is more than falling off a big bike, More than jumping off a cliff for a bet. Pain is both physical and mental, like Letting down your parents or having a dept. I have seen the the tears of all, tall and small, I have caused the river to flow from ones face. Pushed, pulled, but never got close to hear your call, Taken your pain so you can display grace. Pain deals the cards for you to play, swallow You from inside out, bruising the tough skin, Causing a scream louder than most, follows Thoughts of never being happy, end with pins. He is what bring life and death, by given The adventure, having fun until it’s taken.
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