We are all masochists
For we all endure the pain of living
Some with pleasure
Others with discomfort...
Me?
I am weighted with the latter
And in effect
I am
Pressured with the choice
To repulse myself with a beautiful lie
Or to fall to the enchantment of a ugly truth
There isn’t a god in the sky
Or
A devil beneath my feet
That can save me from the agony of indecision
The Agony Of This Indecision
