March 29, 2016

I find intense satisfaction
In the pain of those I intend to hurt
It’s why I know now, you were never sorry

We are both emotional sadists

But I will never, unlike you
Be the first to draw the sword
And I may never hurt first
But know this; I will hurt most severely

I will wait for your stab
Then I will poison my own blood

And that very blood whose scent
Hits your head with the high you so relentlessly seek;
That blood will make you go mad

And I will watch as you claw out your eyes
And slash at your wrists
And guillotine your own neck
In your maddening bloodlust

And I will do nothing

And I will not be sorry


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  • ecks13 March 29, 2016

    This is intense.

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