Wednesday, July 09, 2003
Sweet pain, the raping of mine soul!
Sweeter still, the sharpest thorn;
Most sweetest anguish, rends apart mine core...
How bitter, the blood that was spilt!
And bitter more! The drugged wine of betrayal;
Spinning thine webbed trappings of deceit,
And entangling the fruit of the flesh...
Come hither!
And choose mine pathway;
For I stand betwixt chasms of
Sweetest Pain
and
most Bitter Pleasure,
torn.
12:30 AM