This was made by a former lover of mine (he's a poet). Inspired by my giving him head --- whether that is something good or not, I don't know. Read on!
★ Piper ★
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Pain decided to show up just as me and pleasure got intimate
We were just hugging up a storm and pain decided to ruin it
Pain reared its ugly face grinning that grin of jagged teeth
And pleasure, well pleasure decided to speak
Dropping line after line, telling pain what it had on its mind
And I was all in pleasures brain, sitting comfortably
But pain just kept scratching the surface cause it made it happy
And I was caught in an uncomfortable situation unable to move
Waiting for that moment where me and pleasure get back to our groove
I was listening to them going back and forth, up and down
They had a whole conversation, and a lot of spit was flying around
And then out of nowhere we were stuck in the dark
Walking to find this invisible mark
That would help us get out of this maze we were in
But pain didn’t care about a damn thing
He just wanted to stay and bring his gifts of agony
Pains suck, but he has this way of reminding you of the happy
Pleasure was such a wuss, but pleasure wanted to keep trying
But pain and pleasure are just too good at lying
So I was listening intently, because I love the story being told
They would nibble on each word and every so often get bold
Chew on one or two and spit it out, while screaming I hate you, I love you
This conversation damn near drove me insane, but you can blame that on pain
The beauty of their sentences damn near gave me a seizure, but you can blame that on pleasure
I had to hold pleasure down, so pleasure could stop shaking
Pain got to pleasure, pleasure was close to breaking
But every time pleasure cracked, pain took a step back
Allowed it some time to rest and get back on track
Pain always shook pleasure up with metal that felt like a whip
Or at least that is what pleasure told me it felt like on the business end of it
But being caught between two enemies who rarely meet
Is hell in itself, to the point where their very words generate heat
And I was just laying there consoling myself
Lying to myself, promising me that this isn’t bad for my health
This is just an overdose of bad energy that will find its way through me
And return to that bad place where tears are born
And every little piece of hope is torn
And I don’t have to get sensitive nor feel as if every sense is stretched
Not feel as if every nerve is being tested or my skin is being scratched
I am in the middle of a meeting between pleasure and pain
I'm stuck between happiness and trying to stay sane
Pain and pleasure shouldn’t be this close
But pain is truly trying to get me to overdose
While pleasure is easing the bruises and massaging the scabs
All I am trying to do is keep from going mad
These two … I hope I never meet them at the same time again
I'm not sure if I can go through this stuff again
I need these two to stay away from one another
One of the two, one or the other
I need to counsel them to work together
I need their dialogue to be better
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