In The Arms of Pain

Pain once again holds me in his arms.
His tears run their cold fingers down my cheek.
He caresses my face with a chilled stroke.
He pulls at the strings of my heart.
Never given permission, he just took me.
In a rape of my emotions, he stole something from me.
He stole my day, he stole my smile.
In his arms I lay.
Cold.
Alone.
Surrounded.
He holds my hand, he kisses my palm.
He steals my breath.
Pain holds me in his arms.