Pain Threshold -or- Requiem for the Second DayNature's splendor does nothing to ease my way back.While every thought of my future has no room left,Halls fill with cleanly submerged innocence;It quietly rejects me.No sunlight, only lamplightThe screen flickering behind heavy lids calls me home.Looking forward is a warm generatorLike the first time,Seeing a cigarette glow between someone else's fingers,Not knowing whether to be angry or proudBut knowing that fire can't start in a vacuum;Broken asphalt and smashed brains are easy to watchWater seeping down because there's an incline; The anti-desire to climb,The frantic dampening of the first sparks,Is what set