yabs

Yes I chose to suffer
My back scarred from the whip
The raging coals under my feet
My body soaked in boiling oil

This is all I know
All I have ever known
This dark and bleak life
I cannot keep away from

I have been told
Scolded and insulted
Millions of times over
For my irrational vacuity

My good judgement,
My intellectual ability...
These all fail and regress
At the mere mention of "Love"

I run like a fool
Perform like a jester
Submit to her every whim
Subject myself to scrutiny

All of which for any other reasons
I would never bend nor bow
All else but Love I can resist
Without it I am Brave, Strong and Smart

Yet my heart is powerless
So I kneel... and I twist
For love has turned me moronic
Mistaking depression for bliss