Pain is my Pleasure

Trying to escape from the darkness that consumes me

running from the past that i once have led

holding on ta fear for its all that can move me

trying to let go of these thoughts in mi head.

Sure i could right poems but what good would they do.

i'll still be hurt no matter what i may do.

i race and i race to the end of the world

only to find more darkness and the ignorance of mi words.

but as i look in the sky and read the hidden message in the clouds

they tell me that its never too late.

to overcome these dark shrouds 

enter into the victors gate.

i hate being hurt but i love it all the same.

because through my injuries yields the endurance of mi pain.

mi love is mi love that I've no need to measure.

my hurt us my pain. and mi pain is my pleasure