The Masochist

a quickie, wrote it in about five minutes. lol

Tear it open and stitch it shut.
Redo the seams if it's not enough.

Again and again, you sew and you sew.
But it won't get you any closer, you know. 

You wound it to fix it, you pull it apart.
And you're never closer to mending your heart. 

I pity you, masochist. I pity your ways.
I pity your love lost out in the haze.

But there's hope for you still.
Only time left to kill.
So go back to your sewing,
Like I know you will.

The End

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