Masochistic
Happiness comes from brooding on the dark
Because once it consumes, it reshapens your heart.
Adorning alabaster vellum in glistening dew
Possessed with colour,
Since all affections and passions have escaped
Into an unknown zone shattered deep in thought
There’s nothing else left
No salvation intends to come from above
Forgive me for taking measures
Which are definitive, unpredictable and harsh
No matter where I sit, words are so benefit of it,
masochistic or not, where hatred has left its mark...
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