The Meaning Of Pain By Matthew Hughes What is the purpose of my existence? I have brought all of you here to witness. Now witness my truths with your own eyes, So you know what I tell you is not a lie; The person who is reading is about to die. He dies from sorrow, anger and grief, Unable to find the things that he seeks. Forever seeking glorious mention, Muscles clenching, tightening with tension. Dismayed by the thoughts and actions of others, His voice still cries for his lost mother. Destined to live a life of Grief, Why am I alive? He screams. When life for him cracks at the seams, It seems hell always have time to grieve, Grieve, grieve without reprieve. The pain is too much, he can not bear Gasping, coughing, sobbing for air For The lives of others, he does not care There is no one, who would be spared, Because life for him was never fair. Destined to live in seething Anger, Putting the lives of others in danger, You can never know what true pain is! He laughs at pain lesser than his. Agony reaching far past his peak Understand his pain, then you should speak, Though not to him; your voice is weak, To this man who never sleeps. Darkness consuming clouds of hate, The lives of others are a serious debate. Destined to wander in endless sorrow, He believes the world will end tomorrow, End with screams, and human death, The reaper comes to take his breath, He does not care, his soul is hollow, He has no god he has to follow. But follows despair on a wave of pain, Pain enough to drive him insane. Accept judgment... you have nothing to gain. This world will end in shells of rain. What is the purpose of my existence? You were all here to witness. See my pain with your own eyes, See my suffering is not a lie. Know my purpose, accept my blight, The person reading will lose their life.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 18:00:22 +0000
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