My Pain

A bit masachisitic...well, more than a bit, really. No idea why, but it just came to me and I had to write it.

I scream into the night,

The pain a pleasure I can't describe.

I want to put up a fight,

But I've never felt so alive.

The knife is pressed against my skin,

The blood a spell I cannot end.

Every thought is a sin,

Each move made with urgancy.

The fires spreading faster,

Burning to the core.

Your moans are growing louder,

My cries just keep on coming.

Our bodies joined together,

Our breaths becoming one.

A moment that lasts forever,

WIth the bonds there to hold me.

Every experiance for me is new,

It's differant for you too.

You make my fears come true,

And it never felt so right.

Author's Note

Be honest. Just don't be outright rude. If you don't like it, be sure to give a reason.

Reviews

[Michael]

Honestly they style of writing I do not care for. But then again I am more the kind of writer that leans toward passionate writes. I just don't really relate to this darkness. But aside of the darkness of this poem over all it is well written.