• Surging, pulsating through me these aches...

    The pain turns my heart to rot and spreads malice through my body and my very spirit.

    The infectious tainting of this pain disrupts my every being.

    Spores of the cause settle within my core and puts an expiration date across my chest.

    No remedy, hope or prayer could ever heal the damage brought by these demons that wish to devour what I am.

    What you see is what I've become...

    The shadow of everyone's fears.

    The pressure in your heart and the negativity of your mindset.

    Pain..but I prefer "I am Hurt."...