Masochism

Masochism



At last, the Light has been put out-
Alas we are alone-
Of this my friend I have no doubt-
Thy darkness I enthrone.

Within this Nightly Ritual-
Do we take up the vow?
You razor's edge habitual-
I bleed my sorrow now.

Sweet Silence drops Her Curtain down,
And over me it falls
The Overlord may claim His Crown-
For Death, my spirit calls.

I drive this knife into my vein-
Cowering in Hell-
The cries and screams inside my brain-
I promise not to tell.

I take this blade and run it through-
Destroy my veins and wonder-
I've nothing left, if not with you-
I tear myself asunder.

I take this razor every night-
These horrid scars, they show-
For me, I know this pain is right-
That's all I claim to know.

Everybody looks at me-
I know they wonder why-
I look at them, and all I see-
Are reasons I should die.

This thing called "Life" is filled with lies-
And sorrow every day-
I know they don't care for my cries-
So I wil fade away.

Alas the Night is at an end-
May Twilight’s Interlude-
Set the scene up for my end-
Eternal Solitude.