• Addicted

    You’re addicted to the pain,
    Always needing more.
    Fascinated by the blood,
    Even when you hit the floor.

    It’s all around you,
    It’s all you can see.
    But you say it’s the pain,
    That is setting you free.

    You lay there forever,
    Until you stop bleeding.
    While the pulse of your heart,
    Is slowly receding.

    You welcome the pain,
    You know you are dying.
    Finally rid of the burden you bear,
    After all of your years of trying.

    There will be no more pain,
    You, now finally, succeed.
    You have brought on the end,
    That your body does need.