Endless Pain

I lay here and I feel it,
piercing through my limbs,
this constant reminder,
of life without you.
always it is with me,
drink cannot drown it,
in another I cannot lose it,
I write and it is here,
pulsating in the deepest regions,
changing the course of blood,
seeking that deserted part of me,
where my feelings flow,
in a feeble attempt to cleanse you,
from my memory.