Bound By Pain

Bound By Pain

A Poem by Alexander Cain

Tonight I was going to commit suicide 

I went to buy the script that would end my life

It was in this dark basement that she lit up my soul 

I could tell she never got high, but wanted to ease her pain 

I saw she was pure and would not allow her to become corrupt 

so I continued my life to save this angel

As I take her for a walk she reveals that she is already corrupt 

I listen in disgust as she explains how her father caused her pain

I wonder how a man could hurt this angel. 

Does he even own a soul? 

I explained how she saved my life

Although in my mind I was still contemplating suicide

Was I a coward for wanting to end my life? 

Compared to her I knew no pain 

yet I still contemplate suicide

As I look in her eyes I can see her soul

It is at this moment I realize all beauty is corrupt 

Even something as pristine as an angel.


I went to the basement to erase my pain

If a dime bag didn’t work my next plan was suicide 

My father is a politician and last night proved he is truly corrupt

He snuck into my bed in the dead of night and stole my soul

He always told me I was his precious angel

Now he is the devil who shattered my life

The man says he wants to help ease my pain

I take the walk because the corrupt cannot become corrupt

In the dark night I tell him the secrets of my life

He admits to me he was contemplating suicide

but I saved his life because I am his angel

If he only knew what that word did to my soul

I know he means it when he calls me his angel

Because when I look in his eyes I can see his soul

God sent me this man to ease my pain

and for me to save his life

He showed me how to survive while corrupt

So to him I hand over my life.


She is the angel that was sent to save his life

He is the one meant to ease her pain and rescue her soul

Everybody is corrupt only the desolate commit suicide.


© 2015 Alexander Cain


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Added on November 9, 2015
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Alexander Cain
Alexander Cain

Bowdoinham, ME



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Im am the one who you look to if you need a shoulder to cry on, but also the person you cross the street to avoid. I am cold hearted and caring. An oxymoron given physical form. more..

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