Keeping his mouth’s pain level in mind, he put more hot sauce on the chicken
Its deep red color promising pleasure mixed with the pain
Cramming a huge bite into his mouth, he felt his hair begin to seat
Knowing his stomach would be further wrecked with the moonshine chaser that followed.
So many thorns that he couldn’t touch without being pricked intimidated him
Perhaps that was what was intended, but he wouldn’t let that deter him
It just made the pursuit of that simple touch that much more exciting
Knowing one false move, one wrong twitch would leave him sore and bleeding
Except when he finally got through and she smiled… it was worth all the pain
Putting the code on the robot, he expected it to work
As it was only supposed to blink the LED as a proof of concept
It did that, so now to add the code he really wanted to work
Nope, that part dies. Nice try. Now back to the drawing board
Punished at the speed of thought
As her mental sea exploded with wave after wave
Intensity so high she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth
Nerves fried, she fled into the oblivion of darkness hoping to find relief
Systematic suturing of her emotional wounds
The pain of sewing the gash to her psyche was almost unbearable
It continued to throb years later, but the echoes of the horrific laceration kept getting weaker
They left the itch of wanting to see if she had healed enough yet
Cutting loose and pulling out each piece of mental floss
Her battle scar, now exposed, made her proud of not only surviving but healing
Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong
Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him
Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others
Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity
Push your body past its self-imposed limits
And suffer the wrath of muscle, bone, and sinew
It can be mitigated by medication, but
Nothing will change what you feel, both short term and long, except for time.
Knowing you would keep stabbing me in my back
Never helped in the past and yet
If I didn’t go through that personal hell I wouldn’t be where I am
Finally free of the pain of your sharp slices that cut me down
Enabling me to fly away on angel’s wings
Punishing waves of agony crash along your nerves
And as they recede they leave riptides of aches behind
It makes it difficult to breathe, to think
Now you wonder if you can tough it out, or if this time it will break you
Cold, cold logic sets fire to my imagination
Oblivious to the pain, I draw out tears of joy
Nothing can stop me but myself
That’s what makes creating so hard. It’s destroying simple things
Reaching the basic elements and then building complex structures on them
Always digging deeper and climbing higher
Searching for the thing that is always with you
That is the war of the abstract and realism that defines me
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