Pain by Wichendu Aleruchi

Allow her to consume you, its the only way you can fight it.
She gets stronger with every resistance.
We think we have found a way to avoid her, oh but she is very smart.
She waits for little weakness and then she strikes.
Strikes that are harder every time.
So why do we fight her, when she knows she would win?
This battle is already lost before it did begin.
Accept her like a Christmas gift under the Christmas tree.
Accept her like a best friend, only then cab we fight.
A war of life and death...
But then, she is both a word, a living phenomenon in the air.
She intrigues me,
She inspires me.
She is my golden shimmering mirage.
She is my muse.

She is pain.
Pain... I love you, you make me human again.