I believe in self infliction,
I believe in pain,
There’s no argument to stop me,
Something’s are said in vain.
Comments are departed,
Words have no shame.
Tongues are split and
Devils lie.
Where talk is cheap and
Touch is expensive.
I believe you are mistaken
on the very cost of things
The first touch
It’s a free thing
No cost at all for you
And if I am a liar
then let us not have words
I’m sure somewhere within these walls
Is the poison of your choice.
I believe in lost redemption
and with pleasure comes the pain.
Some doors are never open
and windows don’t always shut.
So take a look in the mirror and
Chose a path to figure out the labyrinth.
And in the end all things will be clear.
I’ve made a personal choice to stay in love
with my sorrows.
The gateway named redemption
was five miles back and gone.
But if it is pain your seeking
then you will find it here.
We have a whip
called touch long gone.
That was bathed in memories
and all who feel its touch but once
Soon crave its tender care.
So name your poison.
name your game,
and it will be provided.
Only the first touch it is free.
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