68. P - Pain

At first it used to prick a lot
The agony,the anguish kept consuming me like fire, inextinguished
The unseen scars kept increasing
The pain would go on rising
By now I'd started romanticising pain
I found a new world in this agony
Falling in love with it was the irony
There's beauty in pain, there's a life in those emotions,
In witnessing the skin peel off your fingertips and watch a needle poking between your nails.. it hurt, but I started enjoying it.
The ache in your heart, that you opened up with art, how you prisoned your emotions like black smoke in a box - my insecurities
There's no cure once you've fallen in love with pain,
 beauty seems bitter while lustful blood seems better
Even whiskey runs down your throat like a snake slowly taking it's position and gradually in a few peg strangles you enough to spin your head and knock you off...
Slowly, yet unknowingly you're in a dark but content space
You're not on this earth, have neither left it
It's a state of trance,
And reality seems like an illusion
Unreal and immaterial...