In darkened depths where shadows dwell,
Where pleasure plunges down to hell,
A twisted dance of ecstasy,
Pain's sweet embrace, I know so well.

The pleasure's pain, a wicked veer,
A devil's kiss that lingers near,
It tempts and taunts, with each caress,
It feeds upon my deepest fear.

But pain's strange pleasure, cruel delight,
A twisted flame in darkest night,
It seeks to claim my very soul,
And in its grip, I take my flight.

Oh cruel paradox, so divine,
This pleasure's pain, this pain's design,
In cycles, endless, it compels,
An ever-turning, cruel incline.

And so I dance, this mortal waltz,
In shadows cast, where darkness sprouts,
As pleasure's pains and pain's delights,
Engulf my heart, my mind, my doubts.

But should forgiveness find me here,
And grant me solace, so sincere,
I'll bear the burden, face the storm,
For pleasure's pleasure knows no fear.

In equal measures, joy and woe,
I'll navigate this ebb and flow,
For pleasure's pains and pain's delights,
Are seeds of growth that make us grow.

So let the cycle turn and spin,
In darkness, let the dance begin,
For pleasure's pain and pain's sweet glee,
Are echoes of the soul within.

Within the depths of human core,
Where pleasure's pleasure shall restore,
The empathy of pain's sweet ache,
Forevermore, forevermore.
© NightSwimThePoet