Pain

The pain, it continues to seep through my weak and sickened body.
It now sings me to sleep like a lullaby to a child with no fear.
My caged soul, it wants to bloom.
But is only trapped in the set concrete in which is my mind.
Surrounded in a heavy confusion of fear that I've become so infacuated by.
I have hope knowing it is just a passing of lust and not love for this trap.
Praying that the unknown will save me from falling for the sickness in which is thyself.