sometimes the darkness brings on
isolated storms of rage
I abhor
a fancy way of saying hate
the way people really are
looking for the good but only finding the self righteous
putting scarlet letters on the backs of their fellow man
I spend long nights filled with blood ,bottles, fights
mixed with cheap perfume
wearing my scarlet letter proud
standing with balled fists an smoldering eyes
you're not getting a virgin I've been knocked down before
an this is far from over
it's just another end to another beginning and I've been
here many times before
~ D Donner ~
Pain God
A story by Harlan Ellison. An in depth write this. Truth not yet experienced or acknowledged but in time as age and pain become new norm, it will be known.