How we crave the bitter-sweet taste of pain.
we dig our graves and lie in vain.
come hither scathed child,
what is it that you hide?
I command thee,
speak your mind!
My, my, how you ail!
ah, the deliciousness of pain.
light a fire and let it linger,
let the flame kiss your finger.
You choose abnegation,
and scream starvation
who then is to blame?
don’t we all crave the sweetness of pain?
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