Pain Killers

One, two, three pain killers

Wash it down with water

Wait anxiously for it to kick in

But it never will

Because this isn't the same kind of pain

The type that slowly ceases to exist

No, it's a different kind of pain

A real blunt unexplainable ache

It doesn't reside in one specific location

But rather all over your body

And it lingers,

It refuses to resign from exerting this vile sensation

Because it enjoys it

It enjoys watching you suffer

So go ahead, pop open that bottle of Advil,

Of Tylenol, of Vicodin, of Morphine

Take as many as you want

Hell, overdose if you want

But that pain, that ache, that agony

Is not one that can be washed away

With five 325mg Percocet

Instead, it is an affliction that wears you down

Until nothing is left of you

But skin, bone, and senselessness