Sometimes, I feel the pain.
Sometimes I feel the pleasure.
Sometimes I feel the blood.
Sometime I feel the taste.
I cannot help who I am.
Delicious, it hurts so bad.
The lust grows stronger.
I find myself hungry for abuse.
Addicted, addiction, addict. There I said it. I SAID IT.
Pain with a purpose, the purpose…is pain.
Am I insane? Do I belong here with all of these wild creatures?
They make me sick. Purely disgusted, I begin to retch.
What does normal feel like?
If I slice a dagger though my beating heart, will I be normal?
Let all the bad energy out, let it run down my chest.
Beating, beating, beating heart.
Silence…I hear nothing.
I am nothing, but a body, shake me I am nothing.
Let me disintegrate.
All feelings halt. you cannot touch me.