Such a maddening pain. Incessant, pulsating pressure in the mouth What is vanity next to agony? Decay behind the lips, failing speech. Incessant, pulsating pressure in the mouth Tongue lingering upon the opened wound Decay behind the lips, failing speech What insanity will find truth in this voice? Tongue lingering upon the opened wound, What is vanity next to agony? What insanity will find truth in this voice? Such a maddening pain.
This definitely leaves an impression. If you’ve not been here you’re lucky. If you have, you feel each line of this poem.