Scared

My pain, my pleasure

Scared
When mind suffering reach an ectasy
Organism used to pain reach crisis
So brain will reffer slowly cuts
And blood will come to the boiling point

I leave My body to fly high to the sky of pain
And fall down slow and deep in the abyss of passion

Through my own pain I see real pleasure
My body - Created to suffer
My soul - Burn in passion
Black fields of perversion calling my Name
My name!

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