Dialogue with a Sadist

Taking an exclusive peek through the mind of a sadist as he engages in dialogue with some of his detractors. Enjoy.

You hold no qualms with taking a life

By subjecting your captive to your cruel knife.

Yet, even if it were my own son,

Temple resting on the barrel of my gun,

I would pull the trigger, spilling blood and cold sorrow

Knowing my child wouldn't see another morrow.

Burning effigies lay etched in my brain

Largely indifferent to another's pain.

Screams of agony ring hollow to your ears

No one turning 'round to dry mourning tears

What of those who raise their fist and bellow,

"You shall not harm another fellow!"

I was one of those, the brave, the daring.

But soon I went to no longer caring

For the fearful life I held in my hands

Bending to my bitter whims and demands.

For what do I care if one lives or dies?

I wish to hear their collective cries.

Their weeps are my euphoria.

My chuckles are their dysphoria.

Parasitic siphon fueled by dread

Soon my prisoners will be among the dead

Whom among you will dearly depart?

It shall be you, with your palpitating heart.

Come now, don't worry, all will be well:

For each breath you take draws you closer to Hell.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[J.V. Stanley]

Wow, kind of reminds me of Marquis De Sade within the writing...not as dark but pretty darn close. I personally have an morbid fascination with dark poetry such as this and found it quite intense in its form. I think the piece is amazing, the imagery and point of view clearly depicted. Its ghastly, obviously and the rhythm made it easy to read and had fluidity. Bravo!