Painless

The Masochist

Beating, beating,

Always beating this black,

Sludge through me.

What the world calls,

Blood is my poison,

Killing me slowly,

Making me want to die.

I want to drain it out,

I want to watch as,

It pours down,

My chest,

My wrists,

My legs,

My hands,

My stomach,

In warm rivers.

The world won't miss me,

I'm one of,

Seven billion,

Hurting so many,

People is not worth living.

I burn anyone who,

Touches me,

I am fire,

I am poison,

And I will die for it.