Perhaps I seek suffering,
Maybe that is why I sought you.
Perhaps you seek to cause it,
Maybe that is why you found me.
Or was it the other way around?
I don’t even know anymore.
Was a touch worth so much?
Was a few years enough for the price?
I sit and wonder,
Never knowing the answer.
But then, a voice, a demon singing,
Demons can’t sing.
Yes It was worth it.
I do not write this for you to understand it, I write it for myself. Please do not ask me to explain this piece to you. I share it with you, not seeking your approval, but simply to express my thoughts, that they not be contained within me, burning into my soul as they seek release.