I seek pain. I seek pain, not joy.
Not joy, I cannot live through that
only to meet pain; I would rather
live in pain. Wandering in a dark
forest, cuts bleeding, but I am
just a globe
in Ming's Strange Souvenirs store,
and they pick it up,
they see a girl in a dark forest,
and when they turn it over,
dark grey mist fills the forest up.
That is my life, running through
the dark forest, running from what?
Who knows? But I chase pain,
because at least it gives me meaning,
at least I know I can feel,
and it makes me feel, it makes me feel
alive more than anything, it wakes me up
from my slumber and reminds me
that I am a living being,
that there is an insanity in
my seeking of pain, because I am a mortal,
but I want to experience an eternity.