... On the Lyrical Paths...
Masochist
4 April, 2003
When I'm feeling my worst, make it hurt twice as bad.
So good... Feel my nails as they rake 'cross my skin.
Where the pain doesn't stop, let the pleasure begin.
Damn right... When I'm busy, I need one more chore.
Exhaustion's ignored 'til I'm prone on the floor.
Hell, yes... Beat me up for the tiniest flaw.
Flail ego and image 'til bleeding and raw.
That's it... Look real close. See my sad lack of worth.
Face the fact I'm a mole on the face of the Earth.
Like that... Feel the prick. Feel the blade break the skin.
Watch the blood trickle out from that numb place within.
Oh, god... Does it hurt? Cut it deeper. Again.
The pain is my link to the scarred world of men.
Yes, more... Let the agony rage. Feel it roar.
Feel how much more alive I am now than before.
Now! Now!... Reach the height of this soul-warping tryst,
Where I live for one moment, a wise masochist.
