This Masochist's GuideI give thee this text as a means to my end-This Masochist's Guide
To continue my life’s work in this most medieval task-
To hold death in your hand and admire the thread.
it's a masochistic pleasure to sew one's skin.
Held in this book is a prayer to no god-
but one to the maggots that dwell within.
To chew the flesh of the heart
and become a beating infestation.
Withheld are the cries to the King-
But a pocket for needles and pins-
The yarn is wet and crusted-
Those I pulled from my own body- for thee.
Its any masochists dream
To marvel in the blood of
My Fairy TaleMirrors- they fancy the crooked tongues of the witches locked inside-My Fairy Tale
showing the reflections of the hauntings in an infant's book.
What demented soul does write these wasted dreams on deaf ears?
Fingers that may only chew the trees-destroy these idle dreams?
Apples- they bleed into the skins of the white faces of beauty-
forever killing the brides of a new day- all lost on soundless sleep.
What cursed mind does play these lost thoughts on those too small?
Salivating beings that only loose what is the beginning of literature?
Dwarfs- a mockery to those cursed by the horned
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