Pain and Purpose

What is a tree to the hunger of man?
A fruitful rack to feed the mouth which curses
A pillar to be brought down under feet, which stomp the life out of the living

What is a cigarette to the inhaler?
A burning sun in the sake of its lover
A circular tribute to nothingness

What is a horse to a rider?
A transportation method to be beaten
Blinded by leather which man wears to establish establishments

What is a river to a drinker?
A stream of water to replenish the unreplenishable thirst of man
To fill the belly of an abyss
To take the first step towards eternal thirst

What is a rock to its holder?
An instrument which gives birth to pain and purpose
A burden to starve the boredom of the burdened
A weight which crushes the force of an ape

What is man to a cross?
A forsaken son
An orphan
A stream of blood to replenish the unreplenishable savagery of man

What is man to man?
A tool
A sword to conquer man
An inmate
And thus man asks man
What is life to being?

Painful Lust

Struggle has a beautiful face
Her cries of pain is singing to my ears
Her moans of agony play a joyful melody
I thirst for her open wounds and lust after her broken nimble limbs
The clouds, oh how I miss the misty clouds where her tears mingle in the rain
Her touch is torture for every being, yet arousing
Astonishing is she when she bleeds
Appealing is she in her stained white dress
Breathtaking is she with every step she takes
She trips and stumbles gracefully again and again
Amusing is her suffering
She suffers and does not plead
She suffers with great joy

I, however, lust the painful lust