Dream

3. Pain

Pain is the one thing I can't stop doing
I gave the rest away, even though it wasn't easy
I tried not to get in too deep,
But this drug was just too addicting,
The nerves that stand on end prodding me
Those sharp pangs are just too exhilarating
I can't help that it's such a rush to me
I love it, even if it makes my nails crack and skin peel
The want for that malicious tingle has become a need
I can't help the yearning
I guess I just want to feel,
And this ache was the only thing that would satisfy
Who knew that there was such pleasure in agony?
It's such a pity,
That everyone keeps trying to stop me
They don't understand anything..
It might not be pretty,
But it's a fantastic release
Call me a sinner for it, but I am at peace
At least,
Until the withdrawal comes around
Then in the craving creeps
And once again I lose myself in the heat
Some say it's a masochistic tendency
But they just don't get this feeling
The sensation of fresh wounds is such a relief
But maybe that's just me
The way the metal glides on skin in a perfect scrape
Why is torture such a warm embrace?
When the only satire is escape,
Where the most glorious love is hate,
The only pleasure is pain.

Inspired by,
Believer-Imagine Dragons