Human emotion,
A Kalediscope of travesties
Absurdities and wrongdoings
Like painters ripping their souls out
and pouring it on paper
Like a black whole of colossal damage
and like the wood of woodpecker,
just peck, pecking at the skin,
deeper each time,
slightly more rougher,
Leaving coarser edges,
Leaving slightly more corrosion to a tainted heart,
Setting fire to a dying Sun,
To reignite the Phoenix that was once so paralysed
Learning to walk again,
Why is there not an Off button?
A switch, to stop the suffering.