Sadism at its Best

how could the lines in your face turn upwards

in spite of the self-inflicted bloodstains of mine?

each regret carved into my eyes forevermore

is complimented by a carefully reserved chuckle

laughter in exchange for my misery; pleasure for torture

why does my suffering heighten your spirits so?

i’d trade in the world to see you smile

but it seems my decay is a suitable means to that end

how could you claim to die as i am destroyed,

when i can feel your sadistic ecstasy as if it were my own?

if only my joy were enough to set your eyes alight

yet my bliss remains incomplete, spurring on the monster

the monster inside of you and thus inside of me