The Masochist

Blood

The black mist of Chaos

And the crimson stain of Blood

Love shattered

And splattered Hatred

Paint the walls

Of a twisted mind

Memories

Those ethereal phantoms

Given shape

Solidity

Enough to slice the skin

The meat the bones

Like a blade

Innocence sacrifieced

To satisfy

His sick vice

And somehow

This is the mind of the man

I’ve come to love

I guess I truly am

A Masochist

Author's Note

This is not how my fiance really thinks, in all honesty sometimes it's much closer to my mindset, but only when I'm really upset about something. This was just a fictional idea though. What do you think?

Reviews

[Andorianskye]

Very dark and beautiful. Love it

[Laura Storm]

I love the emotions. Even the structure lends to the chaotic mind set. Dark and beautiful.

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

Thanks:)

[DemitriJ]

I find it truely understanding of you life. Though it may not be your fiance in the true meaning of your poem, it is about someone close to you. Beautiful because thats when your light shines the brightest is in the darkest moments of your life.

[Elizabeth Porterfield]

You make even my darkest writing sound so redemptive:) I love it!!!! Thanks sis:)