The secrets of pain: My Truth.
Everything echoes in the night as pain reverberates within me.
Muscles twitch and spark like lightening striking jumping beans in a shallow puddle.
Muscles crawl under the skin like foraging ants.
Spasms clench, grasp and tether me like a tangled knot of sinued threads of old weathered rope.
Head fizzes like a bath bomb dropped into a couldron of confusion.
Memory loss taunts me like cruel playground games.
Joints of over tightened threads unwilling to budge.
Numb legs that resemble a million nettle stings.
Hands that reach with uncoordinated purpose.
Depression imbeded in me like a burnt stain.
Searching aimlessly for the simplest of words through a vast open moorland of fog.
A ceased engine thats been stood in a disregarded graveyard of the mechanical dead.
Not meamt to sound pitiful, I just wanted to offer another insight into the secrets of pain!