My pain in color.
My pain is white. Searing. So bright it burns through my soul. It leavs scars that
distroy all feeling. Emptyness and agony are its gifts, conpanions during my captivity.
My pain is blue. Blue like the depths of the sea. Pressure and darkness all around, and yet through that blue, I dimly see those I love slowly drifting away, fading as the pain and darkness distance me from reality
My pain is red. Feirce as a consumming flame, eager to flair at the slightest provocation. The passion I have to fight this monster wains, I sucome to its will.
My pain is black. The storm is brewing, dark clouds swirl in the nights sky. My bones ach with the knolage of its coming. The power of that blackness envelopes. Blocking out all hope of light.
My pain is beige. It ravages my body, and leaves me with nothingness. It ransacks my mind and leaves it blank, empty of my treasures.