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Constantly
I spin tales of misery and discontent
Constantly.
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.
