lost to these sorrows, my mind,
I have to embrace this pain,
in them, my true friend I find.
how to surrender, to pain;
she, my trusted guide, and blind
I shall follow, trusting pain.
when forgotten, she reminds,
how obsessed I am with pain
and slashes my throat, how kind.
mutely gasp, enjoy this pain,
she lives in me, gloom rewinds;
how wonderful is this pain.
her touch, like cold steel, I find,
excites me, I wait for pain
as her nails claw, with ropes bind.
viable for growth, this pain,
she makes me slay joys once lined
her lips curl, I writhe in pain.
dead to obsessions, L’s mind
living, yet dead, with this pain.
© Leo (20th August, 2011)