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Array ( [sid] => 33208 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Delightful Pain [time] => 2004-01-30 08:36:27 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Go ahead hurt me more, you don’t know how much I like it
I relish in its delightful agony, its escapism from reality
You think you’re hurting me, but you’re providing me with comfort
The daggers, the whippings; all lessons of sweet humility

You would like to think that I am thinking that, wouldn’t you?

You tear my esteem and self confidence into ragged shreds
You beat me, you rape me; my mind, my body and my soul
My so called life now is a unwinding ball of ravaged threads
You relentless torture and commandeering has taken its toll

Now that’s not what you wanted to hear, wasn't it?

I hear the cracking your knuckles, now I'm really in for it
I see the unbuckling of your belt, I've seen it all before
I feel the cold harsh reality of your open palm, and face it
I taste the root of all your evil, and swallow it like a whore

You think I get off on this sort of humiliation, don’t you?
Wrong.

Now the shoe is on the other foot, and ripe for the kicking
Now I have all the power, gripped in both timid hands of mine
I replay it in my mind, its the image of your face that is sticking
Sprayed in your own blood, your body embedded with bullets of nine

Did you enjoy the pain?
Did you relish its delightful agony?
I hope so.
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Delightful Pain

Contributed by emphaticplacebo on Friday, 30th January 2004 @ 08:36:27 AM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



Go ahead hurt me more, you don’t know how much I like it
I relish in its delightful agony, its escapism from reality
You think you’re hurting me, but you’re providing me with comfort
The daggers, the whippings; all lessons of sweet humility

You would like to think that I am thinking that, wouldn’t you?

You tear my esteem and self confidence into ragged shreds
You beat me, you rape me; my mind, my body and my soul
My so called life now is a unwinding ball of ravaged threads
You relentless torture and commandeering has taken its toll

Now that’s not what you wanted to hear, wasn't it?

I hear the cracking your knuckles, now I'm really in for it
I see the unbuckling of your belt, I've seen it all before
I feel the cold harsh reality of your open palm, and face it
I taste the root of all your evil, and swallow it like a whore

You think I get off on this sort of humiliation, don’t you?
Wrong.

Now the shoe is on the other foot, and ripe for the kicking
Now I have all the power, gripped in both timid hands of mine
I replay it in my mind, its the image of your face that is sticking
Sprayed in your own blood, your body embedded with bullets of nine

Did you enjoy the pain?
Did you relish its delightful agony?
I hope so.




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Re: Delightful Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by subnet_spider on Friday, 30th January 2004 @ 08:58:29 AM AEST
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Beautifull write!
Sometimes the pain is the only thing that can make us feel alive. So, yes, sometimes we do enjoy the pain, but sometimes the ninth caliber is just not as painfull death as it might have been. Just too easy.
Good job on the poem.
subnet_spider


Re: Delightful Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Friday, 30th January 2004 @ 09:28:53 AM AEST
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this is a very good poem!
it makes me feel alive and not cold or dead inside! thanks... it has fantastic words used in it to.


Re: Delightful Pain (User Rating: 1 )
by Lessa on Friday, 30th January 2004 @ 12:34:31 PM AEST
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very intense, good write




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