kisses the blood from my eyes.
Pain is my best friend, she comforts me with lies,
my mother and my sister, the family I’ll always know.
Pain is my master and she teaches me to be alone,
my servant to come when I call.
Pain is my most hated enemy of all,
yet the most loved of all, my pain,
she hates me just as I do the same.
Pain keeps me strong, she makes me weak,
pain makes sure it’s for happiness I seek.
Pain is my consort of loneliness, and I’m sure:
I love her, I hate her, I need her.
Pain will be my last love.