Grey And Black Poem by andrew reeves

Sade
Sade in the midst of pain
It's a whole lot better than going insane
In facing hard work, tend to complain
Sade, Sade
Problem make
Pleasure in your hands
For your own sake
Sade sade
Miser ability contending with misery
A bestial pursuit of the next best thing
Sade Sade
A foreign place
Corrupted from within
Only enjoy the chase
Sade sade
In freedom choose
Sodomize the precious life
You are scared to loose
Sade Sade
Unafraid of prison
Another platform upon which passions glisten
Tainted love
Black paint on a prism
Sade Sade
Stop, and dare just to listen
Sit, and satiate
Unable energy must permeate
At the proper rate
Goodbye