Pain

Here I am, once again. Another moment in time experienced on a constant loop.

Step by step I run and try to get past this bus of agony.

Will they come again? Chasing me home with those sadist faces and smiles.

Can't they leave the pitchforks at home?

We are all just people, once just children.

I know the cliches and I know the lies.

Does making me bleed make you happy, change reality?

Pain doesn't have to be the way.

Let the flame of hatred go out.