The Very Definition

What do you know of pain?
 How do you measure it?
 When it comes from within, do you mock its arrival?

What do you know of pain?
Do you invite its lesson?
Are you comfortable sitting with it while it ruins your process?

What do you know of Pain?
Have you made its acquaintance?
Formally known as, yet  now, you gave it a name?

I know pain.
I know pleasure.
I have fought demons who bathed in my blood sweat and tears.
I have made love with the Devil and his cock isn't as big as people say.

I know pain.
I know it all too well.
She's a coy and sly fox who treasures your delights wrapped in past and present.
She's joy when crying for no reason and they will never come.

I know pain.
She's the God between your legs when left wet and tired.
The calling to her minions to clean you up for another round of "Who's going to be my Bitch"?!

Sweet sweet tears of release when you are allowed.
Words no longer escaping just collecting.
Brave the shock and awe but don't enjoy her too much.
She is a relentless cunt waiting for you to slip.