When pain slips through my cracked door,
He quietly crawls in.
He is like a disease that slowly puts me in distress.
Like knives - It hurts -
Like a difficult problem - It makes me think hard -
When he gets deep into my thoughts,
It is dark,
When he gets deep into the creveces of my four chambered heart,
Rain falls from my eyes & leaves a trail mark.
He makes you numb until you cant feel a thing.
I ask him -
Why are you here & why did you not knock? -
When are you going to leave?
I hope soon
Because I am blind with you here.
He, who is pain,
Slowly, bit by bit...
Crawls out slowly out of my open door.
I am relieved -
I am greatful -
I am happy again -
Another one last look at him
He smiles,
He whispers,
Ill Be Back, My Friend...
