Walking
Alone
Into the pain
Into my home
Made of bricks
And bones
With a ghost
On my arms
And a ghost
Of a smile
Etched deep inside.

Misery
Drinks me in
But pain
Is a drug
And hate
Is a rug
I cannot sleep without
Pleasure floods
But I hear them shout
Don’t do it
But I rip my skin
Gaining relief
In the sin.

*******
I was
And *******
I’ll remain
My screams
Fire me
My dreams
Lift me
I’ve fallen
Into the abyss
Of pain
And more pain
But for the pleasure
That shoots
And the pleasure
That loots
My senses
I would do it
All over
again.

‘Cause I know
Pleasure is just a pretence
Pain is the essence.