The Sadist

[LittleBitOfEvil]

The Sadist


She squirms and twists as I speak
Her heart races to the highest peak
She searches my face to see if I am lieing
I honestly believe she thinks she is dieing
Little does she know my face plays this game quite well
My deck is secure and there is no way she can tell
Her veins are pulsing and her body shakes beyond control
But there is more to come and it’s soon to unroll
Her eyes are like great wells, an immense source of tears
And I can tell she is in pain because she fears
Fear of loosing the love (me) that she speaks of so dear
I can not resist when she makes this so clear
She has shown me the path to her door
And I know exactly where the key lies; it’s buried deep in her emotions core
Intricately woven my words seem too possess the strength of a spell
And now she is trapped in the silence that has become her cell
Her breathing is rapid and she looks quite pale
I will not give in just yet, for I still have more to sale
She has some time before she breaks
And I know every turn to take
A trick, a game, an endless pleasure
My happiness is far too much to measure
I realize her face reveals a giant frown
And I crack a small grin when her head goes down
I hold her sanity in my hands and can deal the deck when I so choose
This is not a game that I plan to loose
I do not aim to destroy although I know how, and am quite sure it might bring some joy
Instead I let her down just in time, that way she is still my toy
An alchemist of sorts I am, for she consumes my words like a poisoned elixir
Only I posses the knowledge to cure her
A pawn in this evil and torturous game
She returns every time despite what she must claim
Obviously her love surpasses the results
And she stands before me and places no faults
This is who I am it is how I was born
Deny it I will not although I am torn
Everyone who knows me has been warned
That way there is no reason to be scorned
I feel I should stop but I am unable to deny the power
A ruler in this mental tower
This is my devious plan
Torment and deceive those that are close just because I can
And when love is present it brings me much delight
They are powerless and are unable to fight
I always stop before it is too late
For I am not the dealer of their fate
Rewarded with the sight of mental torture and pain
As well as the knowledge that I have and soon will gain