A Vice Called Desire
It hurt so good,
that little edge of pleasure
you can only have when assorted with pain.
Just enough agony to make you feel alive
Just enough to keep you sane.
It hurt so good,
that I didn't even realized
there wasn't any pleasure,
Just and old addiction
to the same old pain.
Copyright © Morgana Moon | Year Posted 2020
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