Pain's kiss,
result of sin,
Needles buried
beneath the skin.
Despair it claws,
'pon every thought,
Forever tears,
by agony wrought.
Hurt me,
Love me,
Hate me so,
Eat me alive,
consume me slow.
A broken mirror,
a traitor's fate,
Shattered already,
what's another break?

Penned by my hand on Tisday, the 12th of Ios, in the year 9 AC.