I don't trickle pain anymore like a stubborn sadistic tap...
Masochism is its trap...
to inflict pain...
Self victimization, an useless game
Not even requiring two players...
And not even brave
As self reliant solitaire...
A shadow acquired and masked
Is all the victim ever asked.
Till passed away from pain
The chalice was emptied then
And
No longer!
I dont cry anymore
But....I smile...
Sweet and easy.
A tad sleazy.
But
am I cured?
For though I'm walking around
It's with a vacant grin...
Inside out, and
Outside in...
Painfully flayed absorbent skin.
Worn proud as a tattoo
Over dead soul.
With a constant creepy grin.
This is
Mindless
Lovemaking.
Life wrecking
Heart breaking.
Shucks!...
I am just faking...
Checking out if you're buying
What....I'm selling...
Take it and
Bury it.
Bury it dead....
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