I trust that you know what you've gotten yourself into by now.
You've mistaken good for the greater evil,
And it's making you lose your mind,
And you're slowly becoming out of control.
Your stomach in a knot,
And your heart burned to a crisp,
Your eyes stained with the thought of me coming home with the breathe of an alcoholic and the eyes of a serial killer
I knew what I was doing all along
It didn't occur to me how much I was really killing you inside,
But the power,
The abusing dominance gave me pleasure.
Sickening, demented pleasure of destroying you
Regret is nonexistent and I can tell just how much damage I've done
And I love it
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
Immutably Numb
ΠοίησηI post sad poems for anything and everything. Mostly things I vent on; if you're interested, check it out
