Sins

A broken body hits the tile floor, glassy eyes reveal nothing.
The body doesn't scream, nor cry.
The enemy stops when the blood lust wanes, the body stands.
Little do they know its just a body, because a person screams and a person cries.

The body makes weak attempts at laughter.
Eyes stay dry,its been so long the ability to cry has been long lost.
Its just a routine now -- a chore to live.
Little do they know about the sins of the caretaker.

A thing can only be broken so much before it can't be mended.
When the injury isn't treated, even the body looses interest.
Everything can loose interest in living.
Little do they know the end has already passed.

This body takes pain willingly, drinks it like a fine wine.
The person is in a illusion of paradise, of happiness and joy.
Little do they know, there is trouble in paradise.
 

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[justjenn_2u]

I think I see the imagery you are conveying here. Self-inflicted pain that feels deserved which makes causes a strange happiness because nothing else is deserved. Even though the subconscious screams for more.