The Brick House

Feb 13, 2009 17:15


AS YOU ENTER THE HOUSE OF BRICKS,
YOU ENTER THE DOMAIN OF PAIN.
ESCAPE YOU TRY EACH TIME...
EACH TIME IT IS ONLY IN VAIN.
THEN YOU REMEMBER WHAT IT IS ALL ABOUT.
IRONICALLY, THE MORE YOU FIGHT,
THE LESS YOU FEEL.
THE MORE YOU CAUSE,
THE LESSER YOUR ORDEAL.

THE MARKS WILL NEVER SHOW,
AND SOON YOU WILL KNOW,
TO LAY THERE--STOIC AND STIFF.
BECAUSE IT IS THE PAIN YOU WISH.
YOU MUST BRING PLEASURE
TO THOSE WHO PRETEND.
YOU MUST BRING PAIN
TO THOSE WHO REMAIN.

SOMETIMES YOU GET CONFUSED,
AND YOUR BRAIN MISS-FIRES.
YOU ACCIDENTALLY TOUCH THE WIRES.
AS THE CURRENT SURGES THROUGH,
YOU KNOW JUST WHAT TO DO.
YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES AND WISH TO DIE.

AS THE FINE LINE PASSES YOU BY,
YOU ENTER THE DOMAIN EXTREMELY HIGH.
FEW HAVE BEEN THERE BEFORE, AS YOU.
FOR THE FIRST TIME YOU ARE REALLY ALIVE.

THE LIGHT GOES DIM. THE CURRENT DRIES.
THIS TIME FOR SURE, YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD DIED.

JGW 1980

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