Glorious Pain
White hot pain envelopes me, how can pain feel so good?
To submit to the agony of ones torment-- sweet relief,
I’ve fought against it for as long as I can remember,
But for the moment I can’t help but give in…
This is what I want; this is what I need,
To feel the euphoria of this sweet release,
Toxic adrenaline-- what I seek,
Sweet music; my frantic heartbeat.
The glory of this pain,
All that I need..
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