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The Story of a Sadist
this is the most disturbing poem I have ever written in my life so read with caution.
here's the story of a sadist that I met so long ago in the psychiatric hospital somehow he was drunk and high because somebody snuck the shit in his eyes were full of mist and I was next on his hitlist
he knew he couldn't come out but that didn't stop him from daydreaming fantasizing, and make believe plotting when I came in to assess him he would repeat the same old story about what he used to do and what he would do with me I believed every word he said because he was a sadist and there was the proof of the scars that once bled
he was just born that way mutilating and cutting at the age of five believing that the dead would come alive if he dropped some blood on the ground obsessed with this belief he soon thought it pleasurable and at the age of ten when his parents got him back from the hospital they thought he was right on track but nope they were wrong
three years after careful plotting obsessing over bondage and pain he took the butcher knife and used it to end their life
I struggled to remain calm as he described the scene a young teen with such evil plans now damned to burn in hell forever
They screamed and begged for mercy it only drove him on their blood gave him more energy and he wanted more blood, more gore for that pleasurable kick that he now knows is called orgasm
he tore open his mother's belly and stabbed his unborn brother tearing him apart as if he were made of jelly his mother died from blood loss yet he still fucked her a sadist with an attraction to the deceased
when his father came home from work he found his wife's body parts on the table and he tripped over her intestines which his son used as trip wire the young sadist's eyes were on fire as he brought the knife upon his father
he cut out his father's penis and shoved it down the man's throat and after his father died he took all the money and ran away across the border
over the years he learned the ropes of trafficking raping and murdering girls robbing graves and fucking the corpses he was notorious for never getting caught
finally he came back to America high on Methamphetamine and caught doing a felony instead of sentencing him to death they threw him in the hospital where he lived and now he's dead because I'm the one who put the bullet through his head
Written by Lokigirlofmischief (fieryangelsouljia) like this? more poems by author similar poem Published 4th July 2012 4:12pm All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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