Spiritual Masochist

Pain is my heroin; she is my only accepting bride.

The more this world injects inside,

the more I am able to philosophize.

When the world tries to destroy me it fails,

because I have already crossed that path under a ship’s sail.

While inflicting pain on myself with a cat of 9 tails.

When my adversary, by their own hand, wants to hide.

I pick up my pen with love and begin to spiritualize.

As I live in a world of darkness on the edge of suicide.

I find love, hope, and grace from He who the world crucified.