Achilles

This is my secret, my undying wish
The desire to bleed out pain until it is no more
No less that a figment of my imagination,
A ghost of the distant past
For pain is a constant reminder of my mortality
An incessant siren singing of my weakness
A cry so damned that all wayfaring ships of hopes and dreams,
Crash and sink to the debts of the sea
A life like this was not fashioned for this man
Yet still, I have become no stranger to anguish
So in search of pleasure I cut this mortal coil
And pour out every semblance of frailty from these blue veins
If hope spring forth, then blessed I become
If not, then fight on I shall until the curse of Achilles is potent over me no longer