Masochistic ***

I'm a masochist.
I run to the pain.
I crave it and want it,
Blood guts and gore,
I savor it,
And love it,
Blood guts and gore.
Is it love?
Is it blood?
Love in which I run to you,
Expecting pain,
Excepting pain.
I'm a masochist.
Blood in which I sit and cry,
And wish I'd die,
Blood in which I feel relief,
I'm a masochist.
I run to my fears.
I stare them in the face.
They terrify me,
They run faster than my unsteady pace.
I'm a masochist.
I want it all.
Blood guts and gore,
Baby I'm just another masochistic whore.