Pain

All wounds cause pain
But that pain is extreme
Which inflicts a wound
That pain is supreme
Which creates a wound
And still, makes not a sound

The pain cuts in
And goes so deep
Yet, how deep can it go
Only the wounded can know

The pain sinks in
Going all the way through
Till there's nothing to cut
And no one left to hurt

Mirth was murdered
The spirit was butchered
Happyness got drained
As the pain poured in

Pain seeped in
And pervaded the whole
What got me first
The pain or the hole?
And that is the truth
That only the pained shall know