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...