I don’t like to think
Mother’s love wasn’t enough
But it couldn’t keep
Life from being like the sea’s rush
I thought to myself
I’ll create where I will drown
Like abstract art work
Made from the ocean’s ground
The pain is like Heaven
It is inspiration
Indulging in the misery I felt
I abuse myself
Like a mesochist
I thrive on insanity
When there’s a wild fire
I love skies of burgandy
I’m not a cutter
But I let my heart get bruised
My heart’s first deep bruise
Is still my memorable muse
The pain is like Heaven
It is inspiration
Indulging in the misery I felt
I abuse myself
I sabotage romance
When my heart wants to dance
Is it self-destructive behavior
When I deny myself any savior?
The pain is like Heaven
It is inspiration
Indulging in the misery I felt
I abuse myself.
