The Pain

The wound won't heal
No herb, no pill.
No cage of steel
Nor blade can kill,
The monster roams
He changes forms,
Saliva foams
His thirst becomes
The claws that tear
My love, my dear.
My pain, my fear
And my despair
Can burn a saint.
My strength is faint.
My blade is bent,
My quiver spent.
He's hard to kill
He hides in me.
The wound won't heal
No herb, no pill.
That is the pain
Of being me.