Ipse Dolorem

Sometimes the burning brings with it pain, usually from the regular involuntary muscle contractions and the body's overwhelming response of the cells. It sure is hard work being poisoned it seems. Not that I would cause I actually wouldn't really. They're just happy little accidents in my line of work to be sure of which I had almost no place. That is to say, it all happened well off my watch and away from my front line of work. There, that's the proper response to these things, though secretly probably something different from what I'm actually feeling this far all things considered. If not from the stab wounds at first or the spider and snake bite much later, the pain will eventually creep in from the effects of the whole. That is to say the state of the soul and the pain from the muscles themselves that follow much later. Then too there's some strain from the excitable state of frenzied activity before they just lay there and died. Even that's not near as nice as it seems almost always due to the agitation brought thus inside. It's not that I wish them to suffer. Quite the opposite really and not so to linger. Which some of them can and so on for years cause life's not a given and not everything nearly as much as it seems. It would be far kinder to attempt then again and so as to finish it really this endless cycle of misery. As insult's added to injury the human condition as shown by the pain only suffers and grows. What more can be expected really when there's inflammation of the burning more commonly known as the fever there to carry the misery.