And if pain must be the answer,
This pain must indeed cure.
I find no depth in conquests;
The catastrophes win my ruthless heart!
The falling of that dream-scraper
The cracking of memory grounds
Are music of finest stature
With an interlude of mocks.
This hunger for pain is endless
The ache is what I live upon
I wait for it to consume me
When nights of memories recount.
It is an endless infatuation
An eternal dice-game with time
Every glimpse of light is a reminder
Of the bliss that fright will bring.
And if pain will be my answer
I hope it consents to find
A home in my lowly disaster
And bring me company to rhyme!