Down down down 
Into the endless abyss I go.
No light in sight as all life goes.
Feeling pain as my vision darkens.
Tho shuffling into my own demise.
Losing last few remnants of who I was.
Only showing what I could become.
The passing of one, to create a better other.
Death is the ultimate selfless act.
Pain is the only way one grows.
With out it we would be none learning.
Inhuman.

Knowledge is a painful weight we must all bare.
Like a snake it requires pain to grow.
Like shedding our skin.
Humans are the kin of devils. 
Tempting one with false hopes and promise. 
No such thing as a selfless act. 
All dues must be paid.
Just like relationships. 
All must be billed. 
In prices of blood and time
It can’t be built with dimes.
It seems us humans love to wonder into our own demise. 

Pain it’s a glorious thing. 
It’s the only feeling that’s persistent. 
It lingers years after the memories ended. 
Reliving trauma just multiples it.
Like a spider giving loving its brood. 
It never ends it always persists. 
We only ever pass it to one an other. 
We do not mean to. 
We might not know better. 
But in the end. 
It’s only human to remember. 
Pain.