From misery I draw my strength,
Perfect masochist.

My wounds bring pleasure,
Even more.
They make me dream,
Make me feel free
Though bound by the strain
of pain.

Each time I fall
I try to drop as far I can
As fast as I can go
To hit the ground as bad
as though I've fallen
from the sky.

And when I get kicked
(i often am)
I try to get it in the gut,
Maximum damage,
If not, at least a lot.

My source of inspiration is the pain
I found that once,
And now i try to gain
It always, but still I wonder
Could there be something else
To use?