Whoa. This poem is, yes, pain. The lines are very short, each word drawn out - almost like the slow but swift pain of a knife or razor drawn across tender skin. It's very well written and has and incredible impact. It FEELS painful, in every word. Wonderful job.

My Desire, I paid attention to this carefully and saw what I may have missed before in Discovery, and therefore need to retutn to it. I can and will grant you the "PAIN" you need, I swear, but its not always easy to deliver the way I should. I became implosive to shield others from myself and to allow my rage and sadism to be released would be to risk destroying myself and those others. But destruction is part of sadomasochistic love, and jut as you will tear your roots from the earth and brave the tear-stained winds of the tempest without anything to hold onto, so shall I. The poem itself is loose but tight, if that makes sense. Loose in form, but tight in delivery. Rather than drawing out each line like a knife across the skin, its like those lines are really short but deeper, much deeper, as they are stabbing puncture wounds from the knife. And continuing this analogy, "So I know I'm loved" might be a more brutal slash of defining motivation behind all of these emotions, while your ending could be interpretted as longer but just as deep, like one stabbed the poetic pen/dagger into the torso and then dragged it acrossto emphasize the point by tearing all of the organs sensitive to this emotion. As you can tell, I've been reading up on the Transylvanian counts and countesses again, like Dracula and Elizabeth Bathory. But this ties in well to the reverse affect of Elizabeth almost, her lovers who were willing, rather than the captured maids. Does that sound hopeful?Love,Your Immortal

i love it, what you're saying is clearly shown and i just love the flow and dynamic of your words, well done!