The needle tears a wound,

As it searches for my vein,

But the pleasure I gain from my suffering,

Far outweighs my pain.

I see myself in the mirror,

And I know I'm not alright,

But I can't stop myself,

But I wont stop the fight.

But, now, you ask of me to stop?

YOU DARE ASK OF ME LET GO?

But you do not know my agony,

Its a pain you'll never know.

I see my blood sprout from me,

Its all I'll ever show,

And I see it drip onto the floor,

And its all I'll ever know.

I chose this path I'm on now,

And its all I'll ever be,

But, sometimes, in the ether,

I see that it chose me.

The needle tears a hole,

As it searches for my shame,

And it courses my very arterys,

It haunts my very veins.

The white rock and the powder,

And the yellow liquid too,

I've put them in my body,

And now its burning through.

All I feel, now, is my pleasure,

Balanced by my pain,

And I will lose that, too,

Once I cast away my shame

I've paid, now, for my suffering,

I know I'll never heal,

But I will revel in my suffering,

Cuz I know that my pain is real.