Sadist
Pain.
Torture.
Suffering.
He enjoys it.
He thrives for it.
He burns for it.
He’ll cause torment for fun.
He’ll make you miserable,
just for laughs.
He finds it entertaining.
He’s like a demon,
he’s summoned by name.
All he cares about is pleasure and fame.
He wishes for fun,
even in darker places.
He seeks it out in malicious phases.
He is hell incarnate.
He will mock.
He will tease.
He will punish.
All for his own enjoyment.
Make him mad;
you’ll pay the price.
Obey;
you may be spared.
There is no stopping him.
He will break,
tear,
rip apart,
your mind and sanity,
until he finds someone else,
just a little more entertaining than you.
That’s how a sadist lives.
How a sadist can progress.
That’s how hell's incarnate thrives.
Destroying lives; making them a mess.
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