Masochist

The cuts have all congealed,
Fresh bruises are in bloom
The tears of joy are drying,
Like a piece of rotten fruit

Blood has crusted into scabs,
Purple bruises fading to, A sickly yellow tattoo

Scars to show my pain, Pain that I enjoyed
Soon the time will come, To injure again

Can you feel the pain like I can,
Do you feel the pain like I do
Will you like the pain like I do,
I hope you like the pain like I do