Like clockwork, its there.
Upon every awakening morning.
The only reliable thing
in this life.
Deliberate and premeditated.
Calculated and systematic.
Its attack is always precise.
The effect, always intentional.
It moves through my body
in exacting course.
Accuratly pinpointing
the weakest places.
Of its own free-will,
this measured pain,
consciously and methodically abuses,
to un-measurable degrees of itself.