There's pain in rejection.

A sudden charge of force that's makes your body shake.

Your heart pulses hard enough that your blood turns electric,

A surge of shock runs through your veins.

Your bones scream to be torn out

And then there's the pain

Your head goes light and your heart feels it

It forces your spine to clamp shut

A vice holding your legs down

Still,

In the mess you wish you could run from

But not,

There's anger in anguish.

In pain, hell will always welcome you.

The gates; Swung open

And it's whispers wheeze past your ears.

A thousand voices singing a chorus

They say we know it, you know what to say, just say it,

And set your tongue free from your teeth.

Those bars holding back all you can be.

But you don't and you're dying

A slow death as your heart, your best friend gives up on you

It's painful but there's nothing you do

About it

There's freedom in languish; the only offspring of anguish.

A solemn withdrawal from consciousness,

The solace of madness becomes your only friend.

A wrist grabber who reminds you of the gates you left behind,

And pulls you back till the whispers sound,

And their words this time find your heart.

The calm you so lavishly spend chokes your neck

And says,

Swallow the tongue you've sworn to cage,

Or walk in through those gates.

You, no stranger to subjection, you submit

Whatever might be, shall

A conviction that swears your freedom

A freedom Bourne conviction

And you burn like you're lying naked face down in hot sand

And the sun's been brought a thousand miles closer.

The pain brings with it the realization:

That pain is the last stage of Languish