[Insanity]

well here she goes....

TOPIC: Pain or Pleasure

Pain and pleasure… there’s such a thin line between them
I try and sustain the pressure, but I can’t find reason
To try and keep them, from becoming one and the same
The bloodlust sprung from the pain… now nothing can change

…fifteen years ago…

I was a thoughtful youth, loving to learn about life
Knowing the awful truth, I’d find throughout nights
Hearing dad pound his proud wife, I was found without Christ
Praying for resolution, with a background of loud cries
It was a sound that I liked, at first it scared me shitless
Causing such pain and grief, it slain belief in forgiveness
Conceived in this vicious, family beget badly set surroundings
Each scene I was privileged to witness was no less astounding
My mother howling… but I could see dad’s raw power
Deriving pleasure from her pain… the victory was all ours
I reveled in his dominance, watching the bouts from the staircase
Once wrestled with thoughts of stoppin’ it, now confidence bared face
I wanted to be just like dad… strong, assured, and able
Now these pads surround my path… I’m not sure I’m stable

…present day…

I sit in the corner of my room, rocking back and forth in silence
Images my mind’s consumed, formed reenactments born from violence
I’ve grown to form alliance, between the planes of pain and pleasure
My angst can’t be tamed to measure, so I’m forever restrained by leather
If I ever escape this jacket, these walls, and this prison
I’ll bask in a pool of blood, hold no faults, and sit grinnin’
Dreams permanently envisioned, I love pain and remain smitten
To slay women, just like my old man… Orenthol James Simpson

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