Pain Me O Divine Beast Poem by Arun Maji

I hate you.
And I mean it.
I really mean it.

Yet,
why is it I can't resist you?
Why can't I stop you
digging my hidden treasure?
Why can't I stop you
picking my secret flower?

You burn me to ashes.
Yet,
why I jump into your fire?
Why I long your fire?

You tear my heart apart.
Yet, so eagerly,
why I offer you my heart?

But
you must remember
o beast,
all that don't change the fact,
I hate you.
And I mean it.
I really mean it.

So
what are you waiting for?
What for o wolf?

Pain me.
Pain me now, and here.
Pain me your way.
The way of a lightning thunder,
the way of a roaring monster,
the way of a howling tiger.

Tease me, twist me,
torment me, torture me.
Why you stop o beast
Why you stop?
I am so ready to be burnt
in your flaming fire.
I am so ready to be drowned
in your flooding river.

See,
I am not burnt yet, dead yet.
Pain me more o divine beast,
pain me more.

© Arun Maji
Painting: JWG