I spin tales of misery and discontent


Never missing a heart breaking beat.

Over and over again the words of woe

Are delivered from my blood soaked pen.

Why do I choose to torture myself?

Whipping my mind with metaphors.

Is it sudo self mutilation

Or meditation of the cruel kind?

Years go by and the beatings more frequent.

Regurgitating memories of madness.

Manifesting my beast within until

We are one and the same.

Pity me not for I've done this to myself.

I enjoy pain, I know nothing else.

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