3It stabs and destroys you,
Yet shapes and molds you.
Yet, Pain consumes the level headed.
Pain is love in its most bitter form.
Try me as you wish Pain,
I will perserve.
For my passion outweighs you,
Like a rising sun,
Love overcomes my fear of you.
"Will" others see through you Pain,
And remember the joys of before,
You make us human, imperfect yet beautiful,
Will hope forgive you Oh Pain,
Mercy and second chances are true signs of your defeat.