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Something to fill the void
like violent popcorn in my mind
like a jalopeno for the soul
something so loud I can taste it
something so painful it breaks on through to
the other side where I suppose
pleasure must reside

tie me to the bed
grab my attention with a venegeance
leave me no choice
make me feel

she said I only feel when I bleed
she said I only feel when I bleed

well, I've had nothing pouring out of me
for a long time, but I need something
because my soul has become a black hole of nihilism
my mind has become over-riddled with it's pessimistic cycles
I'm dying of a perceptual cancer, and I feel like
the toilet bowl of existence, and I just can't flush
I'm so backed up, I'm so behind

I can't even wipe the shit's flying
out of me so fast these days

I need something to fill the well
something to jolt me
something electric and cleansing
something that feels like something

tie me to the bed
grab my attention with a venegeance
leave me no choice
make me feel for once

I only feel when I bleed
I only feel when I bleed
so tear me open wide and don't stop till I'm flowing
 
Oh, been there!

something so painful it breaks on through to
the other side where I suppose
pleasure must reside

I can so relate to this, the violent imagery works well - needing something strong to knock off the complacency, gotta get me to the good rather than the nothing of now!

I liked this.
 
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