It's all
Addiction
And I am
Insatiable...
To cut
To bruise
To burn
To bleed
Is not even enough;
It won't
Ever be the same.
I am your heroin
And I'll ruin
You, like I
Ruined
Them, like I
Ruined
Me,
It's all and anything
Just to get to,
Just to reach
That basic
That most Memorable
High...
That screaming
Ecstasy
In your veins
In your brain
Just can't live
Without it
Sadists
And masochists
Are really just
Addicts
Seeking to
Explore and
Exploit
And maybe
Be exploited
So in love with
Pain and
Violence
All in the pursuit
Of that dopamine high...
Til you can't feel
Alive
Without almost
Having to die...
I can take you there,
At the cost
Of your sanity
And your purity...
When sex feels like nothing
Without the violence behind it...
These...self-inflictors...
They want to
Fit in,
To be
Tough
By being
Sick,
Say they know all about it...
Mistaking trauma and boredom
For pleasure,
And I can tell you
You have no
Idea.
My lovers are my
Drug-addled
Slaves
And I am their
Pusher...
Seeking the ultimate climax
That now defies us...
When you go
So far
Normal
Stops being
Enough...
Its a hard and
Hateful journey,
But when you reach
The pinnacle...
There's
Nothing
Like it...
...Rejoice...
Author notes
.......I'm constantly meeting people that think they are sadomasos because they are cutters, like its this hot new trend you have to be a part of. Those of us that are so deeply involved...can tell the rest of you that you're all idiots.
Being involved with people--being the way that I am--I use methods to change those people to make them suit me better, so that they can give me everything I need. I've found that it changes them, they get like me--they become craven lunatics and they start to need it. Its so like being on drugs.....when you cross that top bar too many times it, too starts to feel mundane and you have to up the ante. You know....?
I now have people who were afraid of this change, have been manipulated through it, and now hate me because they feel they need me to fulfill their demand.............and I'm not even with them anymore...
Does anybody know what I'm talking about?
Does anybody else have this problem....? I mean.....REALLY...?
...I can't imagine my life without this level of violence in it....
.....its just SO problematic...
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I can't say this was a topic I could relate to at all, but it was a wonderfully written poem about something I've had some indirect experience with.
Your work is always good, and while I couldn't relate, I could still get a feel and a strong emotional sense from this.
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