fun with acrostic (HEARTACHES)

Hundreds of thorns pierced through my skin,


Every part seems to be screaming in pain;


Alleviation has always been obscure,


Retaliation isn't what I hoped for cure.


Thundered with deliberate suffering,


Agonized with difficult breathing,


Coherent thoughts could not match with my thinking.


Hallucination then becomes part of everything.


Excruciatingly unbearable... intolerable... unendurable...


Searching for hope of life or death matters no more.