"Please, can you give me something for the pain?"
you ask while seeking love's comfort in vain,
convinced the warmth, acceptance, and relief
secured in fleeting nights spent on your back
will fill the vast, interminable void
created by the virtue that you lack...

"Please, can you give me something for the pain?"
you plea while fighting life's monotonous strain,
indulging in the drunk and druggy highs
that loose the chains by which your mind is bound,
but can't erase the permanence of your place,
revealed anew when you come crashing down...

"Please, can you give me something for the pain?"
you beg while spraying others with lead rain,
brazenly sure that higher body counts
will consummate your partial manhood whole,
but unaware that with each life you take
you lose more of your self-destructive soul...

"Please, can you give me something for the pain?"
you supplicate while probing the domain
of superficial pleasures temptingly
inviting you to taste tranquility,
misled to think that mere placebos cure
your state of impotent futility.