Pain

Agony, that isn't enough. The pungent smell of pain Trapped in for years, left to decay and rot because the facade,staying strong, seemed to appear as though it was the only option he had. The maggots of self hate had crawled in, eaten into every pore, every vein, leaving him as a shadow of the man he swore he'd become. Vanity and lust provided momentary escapism, but till when?