Don't Be Sad

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  The perfect taste of anguish
  Saturates the toungue
  We, the pained, become addicted
  That flavor. The bitter. The stinging stimulation.
  Shaking as breath escapes.
  I can take more pain.
  As long as I am unhappy I can feel it
  
  
  Yearning so deep
  Continuing in agony
  That the delicious delicacy
  Becomes a threshold offering
  For a beast one inspiring terror
  You know not what it wants
  But you bid it in. It knows your pain
  And you give in
  
  
  To be scared and haunted
  Cold and numb
  Perceptive of monsters
  Is as toxically enslaving
  As a drug
  
  
  If you meet with us
  If you meet us
  Be sure to kindle a fire
  And hide your heart
  Wounded animals in the dark
  Carry disease