Pain the conqueror,
the devourer of will,
the undisputed,
unrelenting--
king upon the hill.
Crushing and smothering,
drowning and blinding,
beating and breaking you down.
High upon the hill,
it proudly wears its broken crown.
Looking down upon the wasteland of your soul,
A satisfied smile at each and every gaping hole.
Stabbing, shocking, teeth-grinding,
mind-numbing, convulsion of nerve.
Its goal to make you a slave,
not even fit to serve.
It relishes its kingdom of self,
and gleefully listens,
to the passing winds,
of sighs and whimpers.
the devourer of will,
the undisputed,
unrelenting--
king upon the hill.
Crushing and smothering,
drowning and blinding,
beating and breaking you down.
High upon the hill,
it proudly wears its broken crown.
Looking down upon the wasteland of your soul,
A satisfied smile at each and every gaping hole.
Stabbing, shocking, teeth-grinding,
mind-numbing, convulsion of nerve.
Its goal to make you a slave,
not even fit to serve.
It relishes its kingdom of self,
and gleefully listens,
to the passing winds,
of sighs and whimpers.