I'm addicted to pain,
as much as someone who is
addicted to hurting their veins.
  
The adrenaline rush it gives me,
compares to no other.
  
I look for drama because I'm
a self-depleting person, who
is only satisfied when they're hurting.
  
I put myself in horrifying situations,
it's a day to day occupation.
  
I trap myself in a dark hole,
like that of an abyss, my heart
can barely pronounce scared due
to its lisp.
  
Angels and demons kiss my soul
with death defying holes.
  
I tend to feel lost without no control,
to regain myself is an everlasting toll
of hatred and resentment.
  
Looking into a mirror,
to only find yourself terrified
of those hollow eyes.
  
A face tells a story,
but mine seems to not stop,
like an undying pendulum clock.