Addicted to pain like the moth to the flame
My life in a constant state of change
Etch designs of uncertainty on my face
from tests endured of keeping me sane
Up to this point, become addicted to the tingles of pain
Slash marks tattoo my thumbs as I sleep to the rain
Its hypnotizing what my mind does in the depths of deep agony
grabbing me throws me in a state of coma like apathy
As I stare into nothing eyes fixed but out of focus
My mind skims through many images but never takes notice
Who understands me like the pain


Exonerates me like the scars on my head
Flings expression in my eyes
Gives attraction to wisdom
and separates the dead


The sequence of words put together are unique to every man
They'll never be a me again my pain screams life... look at my hand
These beauty marks dont come from birth but from the life my souls endured


My pain is beautiful I am its crown
No one but me can understand what is etched in these eyes of oakwood brown
Who understands me like the pain

Nice one! Reminds me of one of my heavy acid trips back in the day.