pain: siamese verse 2

like a harpooned whale writhing and crashing in the water struggling uselessly against the line not even feeling the sharp cold metal puncturing the skin and piercing the heart grand and apocalyptic fighting in a pool reddened with blood like an empty chasm inside black and bleak and deep an abyss of nothingness with dismal winds howling of rage and loss flying, plummeting ever deeper and deeper into an endless hole of a vacuum with nothing to hold on to like a phrase and a glance ending it all the smallest things burrowing into the farthest places and shredding a tenuous hope snuffing a weak flame the smallest things the biggest disappointments a needle-prick on a ventricle and an endless rivulet of tears down your tired face as i whisper