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I am that which makes you want death,

Haunting your mind- When you feel you have nothing left.

I am the worse gift- But the best curse,

I hurt, I burn- You scream and you yearn.

You still have yet to learn- That I can return.

I tear you apart inside- Making you feel half whole,

Making you feel so cold- Your Life I have stole.

I remain with you until you grow old.

I reek emotional havoc- I am your excess baggage,

No partner of yours will have it- Thinking of me becomes a habit.

I can flow through your body- Causing tears to form in your eyes,

My presence you cant disguise- From me you can not hide.

I am brother of Agony- Who travels along side of me,

He takes over after me- Continuing from where I leave.

I can cause your feelings to cease- You hate because of me,

I am the worse disease- I tear through you as I please.

The emptiness you feel- Or the stinging in your heart,

An offspring of me- We tear you apart.

Caused by Love- I spawn hate,

My power is great.

Physically I can occur- But it’s your emotions I prefer.

I tear them apart- You feel me in your heart.

I can become so great- That no person could take,

Making you meet your fate- At an alarming rate.

Suicidal thoughts run through your brain- Making you insane,

You can not over come me- I incarcerate you,

For I am PAIN



Do not be confused...

I am agony

I am that intense force that captivates your mind and body

Pushing you to death or forcing you to pray upon it

I am the filth that manipulates and shadows your entire being

Until your sight becomes unseen - Your voice becomes unheard

Till your very touch, becomes unfelt

And the thought of me... Becomes hell

I am your nightmares - Your worst fears

I am the one you see, every glimpse into a mirror

I am the fearless almighty - Agony

Once I visit, I am forced to captivate your entire existence

I am who I am

Mothered by misery - Fathered by torture

Running threw my veins, be the fire that'll eventually scorch you

With brother pain and sister suffering

There is no telling what will become of our offerings

There is no maneuvering around our visits

There is no negotiating to this

Our wrath is quite strenuous and vigorous

Pleasing our parents and excepting their gifts

Expect me - Respect me

I am AGONY