An old poem I came across.
Pain
oh so sweet
the thread of life
to which so many cling
that bead of light
guiding us
drawing us on
bring us to our knees
in worship of a false god
crying out for it to stop or continue?
no one truly knows
until they have passed beyond
but then they no longer care
for they can not remember
remember the sweetness
the sweetness of pain.
Pain
oh so sweet
the thread of life
to which so many cling
that bead of light
guiding us
drawing us on
bring us to our knees
in worship of a false god
crying out for it to stop or continue?
no one truly knows
until they have passed beyond
but then they no longer care
for they can not remember
remember the sweetness
the sweetness of pain.
Then there is pleasure that comes from the absence of pain. Like damn... didn't even know that my shin, neck, forearm, elbow, na, na, na felt good before I fell off that building. But now that I have good drugs... ahhhhhhh.
It's sick but I kinda like pain that makes my mouth water. Does that even qualify? Mouth watering pain...... mmmmm. Key lime pain.....