"I don't mind
most of the time
but you push me so far inside" GR
in the darkest shadows of night
hiding in my emotional bunker
armor worn thin from your latest crusade
I'm beaten and bloodied by your heavy hand
numb from pain, unable to heal
depression calls on me
(we are acquainted, old friends indeed)
she has a lovers knowing touch
she creeps in close, whispering softly
subduing, stifling, crushing hope
cold, loving hands take me slowly, gently
I go willingly, suffering my penance
a baptism of fire I never tire of
because without the pain
I feel nothing
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