The Pain Addict
The pleasure of pain, that's what I need,
A desire of my soul I cannot express,
Oh, the sweet agony is where I feed,
I crave the object of my distress.
The harm it brings does not compare,
To the joy of its affliction,
Even the sharp talons of its evil stare,
Is the source of my addiction.
Attempts to quit are to no avail,
The poison has traveled too deep.
Feel the torture with vivid detail,
Yet, it's the hurt that I must keep.
“Mercy,” cries this hopeless addict,
The man who is his own restrict.
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