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Dialogue with a Sadist

Poetry By: DavidZeeSee

Taking an exclusive peek through the mind of a sadist as he engages in dialogue with some of his detractors. Try to pick out who each character is by reading the exchange that takes place below. Enjoy.

Submitted:Aug 25, 2011    Reads: 35    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

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 listen to 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.


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