Explanation

Please don’t do it
Please I mean it
For I was soaked repeatedly
In a dark, viscous liquid
Very sticky, very clutching
And very bitter
It was called pain
But fortunately enough, these days
I’ve reached the saturation point.
The dark liquid
Now seems colourless
The bitter, viscous liquid
Seems tasteless, light, free flowing
And intoxicating
I feel dizzy, my vision is blurred
I enjoy pain oozing out

From every opening
Every pore I have
So, please don’t touch me
For I’m sure you wouldn’t like
To wet your finger, would you?