FOR THOSE THAT HATE PAIN

Fear of suffering,
hatches all the evils
of Pandora’s box,

bow-tied cages,
spread wide,
for castrated comforts,
ejaculating puss.

Hollow happiness,
fighting time,
when all true freedom,
resides in the mind.

Professing loudly,
no gleam of eye,
wandering proudly,
thy desert of blame.

Sweetest sweet,
turned to vomited waste,
Horror matches,
Desire’s pace.