Pain for him.

I sulked in the pain, licking my lips at its taste. It drove me wild, seriously insane.
I felt alive, my fingers jammed against the table, then came the hair gripping.
Ripping, tearing pain pulsated through my skin and I breathed hard, curling my toes in delight.

If only this pain would never ease, but throb on end.

Then, it would create the blackout I thirst for.
I could remain oblivious to my life, and live only in pain.

To concentrate on this feeling alone is easy, pain is easy.
Dealing with my life? That's hard.

"Bring on the pain."