The Masochist's LogA Poem by Liamesq
My body is a blank canvas and my blood I use as ink
I cut and carve and slice and tear And infection begins to give off its stink. I sew barbed wire into each wrist's vein It coils inside and rips out of the flesh But my nerves don't want me to feel this pain. So I carry on disfiguring, break bones and fillet skin And I look upon my work of art As my blood, it still runs thin. And now I look a monster, beaten harshly, badly scarred Yet I seem to forget why I ever started And why they cried so hard My family and friends had seen brutality of some kind Like bodies on the internet, videos and so on But had never imagined the horror caused by a soul beginning to unwind Rhythmical torture and self-hatred on the agenda of the day It's nothing new to me by now, the state I'm in it shows And still the mental pain it stays and never goes away. © 2012 Liamesq |
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Added on September 28, 2012 Last Updated on September 30, 2012 Tags: the masochist's masochist log li Author
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