"Masochism."
cut me.
taste my blood.
feel my pleasure.
tell me that the feeling will never end...tell me that this is my food.
i wont fight against the sin, i will merely succumb to your power.
my Lord you have wounded me.
my Lord you have given me life.
i love the pain, Lord.
dont stop, cut a little deeper, should i feel the piercing vibrate through my soul...
shut me up and blind my eyes from seeing that which i want to see. take away from me the art of speech and hearing. let me become nothing more than a vegetable under your control...enslave me.
kill me.
i will thankyou one day. i will meet you one day. i will bow down in gratitude one day.
till that day arrives, treat me the same. accept my pain and my pleasure. show me my blood. show me my soul.
show me the truth of living.
let me live in my world where my pain is my pleasure.
a place where my pain is my survival.
2 comments:
Like I said, I'm not up on poetry but this really makes me wonder. I guess I'm just too naive. I just looked up the definition and yes it reminded me of the wierdness. Isn't life too short for this? Isn't sex supposed to pleasurable and satisfying in order to fullfil it's primary objective?
Or is this about addiction? Yes that's probably where you're coming from. Then one day your spirit will break free (we hope), grateful for the perspective on what freedom can truly mean. Like an innocent 2nd childhood.
"One Little Victory, a spirit breaking free...the greatest act can be..."
I was wondering if the "w" in meadowbirth isn't bold for a reason?
I took my two kids to the cottage for a few days. There's a small area we always called "The Meadow" when we were kids but it's overgrown now. I suggested we plan to do some clearing in the spring.
I always liked the word.
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