Analgesia

if pain was but a silhouette

i’d try and turn off the sun

take a step reset the forget

and this course once set is begun

if pain was but a crawling stain

i’d take my fight to the dark

i’d try and lay waste to the light

shielded by a small and quiet spark

if pain was but a transient mist

nothing can end until it begins

a moment of atmospheric passing

still, i’d need to bargain with the winds

if pain was but a simple howl

i'd release it into the night

i’d yell until i was bloody hoarse

crush all the life from this blight