Meine Liebe für Ihre Schmerz.

ExTReMe FrEAkExTReMe FrEAk Posts: 118
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Somehow, I find comfort in pain
-No fear -No worries
-No feeling -No strain
Who cares of death?
This pain is still working

When my heart is broke
I’m in my darkest hours
My pleasure swells, before it crests
While I’m at my lowest, my ego shatters

Emotional masochistic, that’s what it’s called
Creating pleasure from pain
Sweeter than your lips
I’ll accept without shame

Then it all falls out, in great disappointment
Once I acknowledge self gratification
The pain crawls away
Leaving memories of anguished saturation
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
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