For some are addicted to the flavour of pain

And others to the kiss of the razor as it meets the vein

For nothing is surer than the release it can obtain

Down with life through your vessels to drain

 

For some to the stars are bright gazers forlorn

Waiting for their turn to die, patience their vice

As tight digs into their heart, their favourite thorn

Rolling the conditions of misery with careless dice

 

For some are enamoured with gouging out their eyes

Burned by the sun that is both a joy and a disease

For blindness is a respite from the horror that lies

Beneath the lid of human misery that we deliriously appease

 

For those that hide in the womb of earth, unwilling to be born

Expelled by her writhing innards, scandalised by cowardice

Between the unknown regions of death and life treacherously torn

Pandering to the reaper’s desire, and the grave’s covetice

 

For some whose shrieks are flails that separate flesh from bone

Howling their dismal call to the legions of the bursting hell

Where the ruling One laughs seated upon countless skulls as a throne

Knowing what answers you yearn for, falling easily for his spell

 

So for some pain is a lover that twists round the soul

Embraces your body with claws that vow never to desist

Burning within your chest as a malevolent glowering coal

Ever deeper into your flesh to tear ever eager to persist

 

For the shards of the rent windows of the skies have plucked my sight

And cut my gullet, no voice to describe the anguish, music of my mind

For as the demons lurk in darkness, I am the forgotten bride of night

Tagging the wretched memories of haunted things behind…