The need to quench all consuming,
Focused on the kill,
Other considerations secondary,
There is no digging yourself,
Out of a gently sloping divide.
The slowly rolling actions,
The pinch that turned into a punch,
The punch that made you curious,
How much pain will disappear,
With a red line in lieu of purple.
Striking metal rods,
Vibrations cleansing as rain,
Traveling through my muscles and tendons.
Pain caused by yourself,
Heads off the confusion of mind,
And ripping of heart muscle.
After, the numb, the peace,
How do people live without this peace?
There is nothing comparable to floating,
Better than a hot tub full of relaxing oils,
More so than any meditation,
A high like no other.
Waking up from pain,
Love the high,
The high will fade,
More pain required,
An ever changing target,
The drug that bleeds life out of you,
And you still can't get enough.
Embarrassment during daylight hours,
The sun shines on cloth covered sins,
The proof hidden under a single layer,
But happy now,
Smiling face and careless laughter,
Affect gives no suspicion,
Along you go until the next full brim.
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