None shall presume to fly, under pain of death. --Addison.


My millitry made mind...........Makes me insane
Wish i cud wash it 'way with rain.......Ease my pain
Months spent away...........From my imedeate Family
Un-happily acting my emotions......Hiding my Insanity
Plains of raw flesh...........How many here were hurt
Teeth marks from ethnic war....Heads crushed on curbs
Many styles of Hardship....Some Love...Some Physical
My Pain has recently De-Creased......Is this a Myricle?
I turn my cheek at Horrid Pictures.....Mentors of Torture
My heart torn out from my chest....Blasted in a Mortar
The many ways how we feel pain.....Exampled in my life
I wonder how we all differ...Would they sample my strife
I gather feelings of past results....Scars on my anatomy
But life without experiences..........Must be a Catastrphy
I Fantasticly anounce a State........A loss of happy love
Why am i punished for a crime....That i'm Innocent of
I ponder theories of staying safe.....Im sick of being hurt
Why do my emotion get inverted....Its Happyness i assert
Two rongs dont make a right...Its my second time of torment
Im entitled to out emotions...Empty my heart of its contents
If its a Loved one you have lost..Or a Injury you have gained
It takes more than modern medicine..To ease todays pain



Interpose, on pain of my displeasure. --Dryden.