The Waltz

Spinning, Disjointed-
Fragments of a memory,
Deeply entombed-
Brought to life again by Hate-
It screams- Screams to enlighten-

Scratching, Clawing-
My body bleeding black,
A jaded void-
Wounded so callously-
It festers- Festers to consume-

Raping, Cleansing-
This love is a sickness,
Twisted embodiment-
Cuts me open mercilessly-
It bleeds- Bleeds to drown-

Over and over it takes me,
Makes me Scream, Suffer, Bleed, Die-
But it always brings me back-
Can’t keep away,
No matter how hazardous to my health-
I love and I die,
The pleasure makes it easy,
The pain makes it easier-
I guess Blissful Misery isn’t a simple theory,
It’s ours alone-