Dull spark

A blissful kiss of pride

When pain I touch inside

The broken heart of yours,

And wrap myself so tight

In comfort of its woes.

Your pain I wear as proud badge - 

A foreign honor, a dull edge

Of nothingness. Not having felt!

Eternity of endless hurt, 

That equalizes, numbs it all!

Through you I sense the depth 

The flow of feelings, their intents.

I can no longer sense myself

I hope through you all ends.

I want for you to end

The spark of my intent.

I cannot feel, I only rage

In struggle,

On the last, eternal page.

This fucking stage,

An empty age.

I fill myself with you,

So I can feel, I do

Feel for a brief, dull spark.

And in reflection, oh so stark,

World turns away and leaves all black.

Today, I am fucked...