Bleeding Addiction

I speak......the silence unmaking my words, for here the shade of broken time does dwell. I scream and fight to make cuts with these cords that bind me closer than the ghosts to hell. From Concrete illusions, soft Escape, the edge of pain sharpening my Pleasure, my joy Reality did shake, Shattering......that glass glazed Measure, my life-like dreams within its shape. For what can make this place of joy, of deathly terror end? The silky cuts, the bloody scrapes, the temp'ring torture bends this sweet fulfilling agony...the sorrow of my soul, does taunt my honor heedlessly, but tell me Not, I Know. For only with this torture can my body freely breathe, only this enticing pain can make my spirit free. So tell me not that this is wrong for how can it not be? this Loving Torment of my soul will Never let me be.