[ixx.iv.xii]

[ixx.iv.xii]

I'd Return EveryTime, Without Questioning, Why?
Then, I'd Fall to the Ground Before I'd Open My Eyes.
I'd Spend Lonely Nights Before I'd Realize;
I Was Bruised Inside Out, Before I Stopped the Futile Cries.
I'd Hear You Justify It, Then Sympathize?

You'd Play God, Count My Breaths & I Knew I'd Die.
I'm a Masochist, It's Deep, I'd Never Lie...

Stupid. And Blind. And Brave. And Intense. And Addictive: If Pain was Love, Then I'd MASTERED That.-[B.]