Never have I felt so much pain.
Can you see the aching of my bones?
Or the nerves of my soul?
My skin has eroded, awash with toxins-
Just like my calloused hands.
Cursed days, you call them a blessing.
But my spirit is frayed.
The skin on my back-
Like a leather-hyde.
I hunger and I thirst,
Still no reprieve.
There seems to be no end
To my suffering,
No comfort when I bleed-