ECSTASY

The ecstasy of pain made me feel alive. Made me feel horny. Made me feel high. Made me, feel free. Made me feel immortal. Made me feel dead. Made me go crazy. Made me think. Made me annoyed. Made me blunt. Made I looked sick. Have you ever felt like doing nothing, but when you are in such state you became angry and always want to fuck around and scream on top of your lungs? This sensation is off of the awesome level. It's like when you close your eyes, all you could see is you spreading your wings and blow away all those motherfuckers who were on your way to be a being. As I caress myself, as I move my fingers all the way up till dawn, I can feel this tingling sensation that gets me off of the sick masochistic beats. Bang bang bang it continues on banging in my head like a non stop fuckery shit.  When I see people, all I could think of is what, how, why are they still living and I want to know how to change into a better person. I keep on talking to myself for a night two nights and became endless nights. I write those insolent literacy thoughts on the papers and my hand went all bruised up. This feeling, it is as addictive as making wrongful sin. Breathe it in and out, swallow the thoughts of incoherent prophets and became the light of the night that enlighten the hipsters and cunts. Oh no, that's not right. No, no, its the believers of the night.  Sing me a lullaby to make the pain go away, but don't let it perish because I might need them back.