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The Victim of My Madness
My eyes slowly turn their gaze to madness.
My smirk twists into something of a maniacal grin.
I can feel my fingertips twitching with excitement.
The adrenaline pulsing through my veins,
Such a wonderful and glorious feeling this is.
The silence is broken by my harsh and ringing laughter.
Your anger excites me.
Your screams keep me going.
It’s so lovely to see the hate flaming in your eyes towards me.
Come into my territory and anger me further.
I am the monster and you are the victim of my insanity tonight.
My blood has been set a boil,
And I’m reveling in the sheer pleasure it sends through my being.
You release cries and yells for this madness to cease,
Oh, but you just pull me closer with them.
Let me ravage you in being and spirit,
And let me savor your pain and agony.
Your anger excites me.
Your screams keep me going.
It’s so lovely to see the hate flaming in your eyes towards me.
Come into my territory and anger me further.
I am the monster and you are the victim of my insanity tonight.
Yes, fuel me with your hatred.
Let me taste your seething blood that burns with rage.
Continue to pull me towards your flaring being.
I simply love how you are filled with anger towards me,
But oh, I can see through that rage and what I see pleases me.
I can see to your heart you fear me far worse than death, which is so pleasurable.
Your anger excites me.
Your screams keep me going.
It’s so lovely to see the hate flaming in your eyes towards me.
Come into my territory and anger me further.
I am the monster and you are the victim of my insanity tonight.
I suppose this is a tad obvious this was wrote out of some extreme hatred, huh? Heh. Oh, but it's so wonderful and magnificent, to feel so angry, so over the edge, that my hands quiver and body turns entirely cold to all warmth. Such lovely feelings, they are. Lets just say one should pray for the fool this poem is... dedicated to. I bid you a due.
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