Perhaps one day I’ll disconnect
deny the world its cruelest jest
asking me to stretch beyond
the quiet shell I seek to find

strong desire moves to direct
the heart that wants nothing more
than a peace from world's exchange
pain and bliss in equal parts

if torment's span is the price
to live a time in ecstasy
those who bend will soon break
find escape in pain's pledge

pleasure drains as fluids flow
extinguished in warm outcome
waiting for the check to drop
asking much in aftermath

what comes next is a gulf
with no needs for a short time
not the peace I truly want
instead the calm before the storm

disconnection escapes my grasp
when the clouds next gather round
promise of the falling rain
finding pleasure before the pain.

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