Ounce Of Pain

By Mistress Morbid

Just an ounce of pain
Is all I want to feel
Thousand needles stabbing my heart
Making my essence real

I care not of the things around me
Not a wandering eye cares for me
Just slowly let insanity consume
As you all turn around and flee

Scratching at my skin
Until is starts to bleed
Can't you see I'm aching
I just want to be freed

Ripping every strand of hair out
Not caring if I go bald
Putting it neatly in a pile
For my brand new voodoo doll

Of course I have lost my marbles
Where do you think they have gone?
I doubt you can help me find them
That's why I am forever withdrawn

Just an ounce of pain
Is all I want to feel
After it's all said and done
I will finally start to heal

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Published on Tuesday, April 6, 2004. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Ounce Of Pain"

On Monday, May 9, 2005, Kinkypoptart (555) wrote:

wow, very twisted indeed. I really enjoyed this more than I enjoy a lot of things for some reason. I'm not sure why. Great write. ~*~Tart~*~
A former member wrote: wonderful write
On Monday, April 19, 2004, SilentStalker (1047) wrote:

...hmmm, yes, twisted...yes, disturbing...but still very interesting and well written...the need of pain is all to obvious when you read this...this definitely was a different one than what I'm used to...all the better for reading... -Darun
On Wednesday, April 7, 2004, OLd SouL (717) wrote:

Very disturbing with that nice twist of pain. I love the voodoo doll reference. That kicked ass. :::OLd
On Wednesday, April 7, 2004, manywalks (747) wrote:

...of course I have lost my marbles...for some reason that line wrapped this up very neatly; darkly, without compassion, but neatly. One I'll have to reread to fully savor it. ~ mw
On Wednesday, April 7, 2004, Lynaes (854) wrote:

Wow, very disturbing, and also a beautiful expression of what can go on underneath a person's visage, stunning imagery, I loved this. ~L
A former member wrote: Third to last stanza was particularly tasty though the entire poem was great. I tried to make a voodoo doll out of my thumb- hotdog man style- once but it didn't work. Nice work:) ~Ryan
A former member wrote: Things only ever get worse before they get better, for sure. And the healing process is just as painful and heart wrenching as the initial warfare, or what have you. Last stanza was great.