Infliction

Addicted, I am to the thoughts

To the concept of suffering

 

Defiantly I resist all relief

Not to let go of the misery

 

In the filthy pool of self-pity

I wallow incessantly

 

I wait for the wave of tears

Between now and nether

 

Ridden in the guilt of joy

I refrain from the happy

 

Addicted I am to the pain

The soul wrenching kind