Masochasm

Our shadows are linked.
That means our darkness is bound.
I know your soul,
Broken before it was found.
It has been mine before it could be fixed
The river styx calls your name constantly...
It's deafening.
They want you back with the exception of the thoughts that consume you.
What do you believe in?
Whats your poison?
So many souls demand redemption.
So I mourn your innocence.
I’ll play you my requiem,
So you can feel,
And find credence in pain.
If your scars could talk,
They would scream hypocrisy
It’s your shame that you let out in the open.
And it’s your scars that spell out an ill omen.

Your so weak to the evil i give you,
where is your resistance?
Is that your wish?
I can inflict the level of pain that you cast upon others.
Is that not a dream?
Blissful respite?
Very few can walk a path of radiance.
And even less can walk the earth unscathed.
When you float in pure darkness it is not what you see that should be feared.

To feel a calmness so rare,
You will never grasp control.
I envy you.