Writhing becomes an art
Screaming hollow my release
Takes no time at all
When the red rage of pain riots through my body
And my fingers scrape bloody raw against the rocks

It becomes so easy

Pain will be my lover
And pain will be my guide
Pain has taken, pain will give
To embrace is the only way to die

Seconds become lifetimes
And the very flesh on your bones has no meaning
The screams become a song
Of who I am

On the days when it comes easy

Pain, be my lover
Pain, become my star
Until I become so bright there is nothing else

And I am gone.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Artificium, in the year 431 AD.