Bane

This piece is basically about how I torture myself to escape from emotional pain though I know I should stop. (I don't actually do this!) http://soundcloud.com/keriun/bane-midi-draft

Dysphoria is soon to cease. 
My eyes stare trenchant with decadence. 
I regress as I obsess. 
my heart's engaged with indulgence.

These thoughts that won't settle 
itch under my skin and I feel tension. 
Lacerations liberate. 
They were never for attention.

I indulge in a suffocating pain. 
It chokes my chest and I nauseate. 
My eyes roll up, and I'm blinking 
as I taste the salty tears of a masochist. 
There's comfort in knowing I'm asphyxiating, 
afflicting myself as I'm smiling. 
Purge me, cleanse me. 
Rid me of these nightmares. 
Purge me, cleanse me. 
End these perverse affairs.

I can feel a noxious darkness 
passing my lungs in silence. 
With every breath and gasp, 
I heave a sadistic essence.

I indulge in a suffocating pain. 
It chokes my chest and I nauseate. 
My eyes roll up, and I'm blinking 
as I taste the salty tears of a masochist. 
There's comfort in knowing I'm asphyxiating, 
afflicting myself as I'm smiling. 
Purge me, cleanse me. 
Rid me of these nightmares. 
Purge me, cleanse me. 
End these perverse affairs.

Author's Note

I don't own the image.

Reviews

[Decanter Red]

Did I actually catch the word masochist?! O.o

I suppose this piece should be good, but it seemed to be rather vague. I don't really see or know where this is going, and with more rhyming, it should better. Perhaps you can work on these 2 elements in your future works. I, however, am nothing like a poetry expert. I use to write them a few years ago, but stopped altogether to focus on my books. So this is from the perspective of a casual reader. Feel free to take or leave the advice. :)