5:51 p.m. - October 19, 2010
Joy in Pain
small, pretty smile...
underneath crooked floor boards, muscles palpitate, giving life to the once dead. The bones are calling out. Spirits beckon me to dig my nails unto the floor. Peeling back time, to swallow up tired life. Picks up the broken glass and presses it against my palm. I suffer in pain, I bleed in Joy. Many know her by this name but I only know her as Pain. She has such a small pretty smile, as she lays there life-less, and she beckons me to join her...