Pain

Beauty in life,
Is also in death,
Balance it out,
With your last breath.

Sharper than a knife,
More hurting than a cut,
Yet easier to do,
Emotions wrongly shut.

So what if I see this,
Wrong things made right,
It's the way of the world,
And the way of the night.

So sick and twisted,
Poisoned inside,
Outwardly lost,
I just run and hide.

Past becomes present,
But pain remains pain.