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.
Filled with trepidation
(not amalgam)
paid a visit to the nearest sadist
he who thrills
to the sound of drills
and not the first
on my Christmas list
(DDS Jack Flash)
as for him it's all gas gas gas
but with an aching tooth
(forsooth and alas)
what else was one to do
but turn the other cheek
in the hope I would pull through
and while seated there in the chair
(to extract a page from his book
Weapons of Mass Dentistry)
with WMD in my north and south
I repeated into thin air
'Dentists all look down in the mouth!'
Noel wilcox is pushing on..Lets hope he gets old
Sad-dik to stop carrying on so strong; yet wrong'
Hurt to the extent
you still bear the torment ,
arising vile seclusion
Living in a world of delusion.
Many seasons elapsed
and your patience collapsed
With the heart of lancer
You venture out for an answer.
Swinging the sword of freedom
You rebirth as a new blossom.
Coming out of bubble
You are not, easy to cuddle
Digging out the buried truth
retrieving your youth, stolen ,
Leave them unforgiven
as you're beyond their control,
That's your sole goal.
Sadist sadiq says; Londons having ulez
And he; only, he'll decide.'
Only he'll decide.!
Sadist sadiq says, we all need ulez
With cameras both near and wide.'
Sadaist sadiq says; sadist sadiqe says
And you will comply, ...You must comply '
Sadist sadiq says; its not
Yet; house arrest,
'When it is; he will, decide.'
Then he'll decide.!
Sadist, sadiq says you will, get through
Each day, with angst for what you'll find.?
There will be mad laws; oft without any
Clause, and always some type of fine.'
Sadist sadiq says,..that; He wants your
mind..!
Sadist sadiiq says, schwab has many
Ideas, to add pressure upon your life, you
Must comply, or the world will die, so a cull
Is to end that strife, a cull up-on this; a cull
Upon that, on freedom and healthy lives.'
Sadist sadiq says...Also that you; will comply.!
“Why raise this much crude alarm
Over the schemed little harm
To just chop off your left arm
Leaving your right for your farm…
Left arm coming to gross harm
Does not betray yields from farm,
Save for one with eyes on alms,
Since planning to dump farm’s palms...
Your right arm can yams harvest,
Just as it can put on vest.
No true lover would you jest
Or with tongue your patience test
For being now a one-armed man
She should leave for older stan!”
A splendid job you did clinch:
One helping you to others pinch;
And warn them to not move an inch,
Freely going mad when they flinch,
Half hoping to a life lynch.
It has been your dreamt role:
To strokes of the cane increase;
And where there’s none try a pole,
Causes giving faces to crease;
The inhuman you unleash with ease
Of mounting pressures no release,
You’re advised to roles switch,
And at the sight of blood twitch.
He promised me a night of fun,
A night of agony.
I will give in to him,
So He can have his wicked way.
He promised me in a straight jacket,
treat me like a common mental patient.
to control me, to keep in place.
to torment me, to not feel safe.
He promised me a leash on my neck,
to hold me in where I belong,
to never see me roam far from him,
to have me latched to him only.
He promised me blood over my skin,
to cover the white sheets,
just me and him.
He'll give me pain and also pleasure.
I know I will cry and I know I will scream,
but it will be the best thing for him to hear.
Sadist
we hung from trees, we were invincible, we even stole from bees.
we swam in the river, we laid in the sun, we ran and ran, till our hearts beat like a drum.
we ran like the wind, we were young.
we were so strong and then it all went wrong.
we grew up and life revealed its true self.
it’s sadistic and cruel and shows no mercy.
You took Your life, You died under Your weight.
i never would of imagined such a fate for such a strong and happy little child.
i’ll never forget You, You’re forever gone.
life really did so much wrong for a boy who never did any harm.
csd
Trump A Sadist
While reading this one that is the latest;
Not only is astounding but the greatest;
Do check menu;
Write continue;
Some even have said Trump is a sadist.
God gave me life
a family and a smile
but after he took my dad
didn't know why
maybe it was part of his plan
but it broke my heart
so the smile had to fly
then theft, violence and lie
took my entire life
Next i guess is the dealine
I've been beaten to death but i survived
Mum says i'm a deadman
others says tomorrow i'll die
For real every night i pray to jesus
but every time i act like the demon
i hurt my family and friends
Worst! i hurt my own self
in a mirror i can't recognise myself
all i see is a dark man, with a dark past
with a dak future, with a bad pass
i don't blame any body
i'm the architect of my own defeat
i think i want to die now
while writting this
maybe i'll already be dead when you'll be reading this
oh! suicide! suicide! come take me
NO! Jesus is Alive, Alleluha!!
You think my heart is cold,
Made out of stone
I think your heart is ridiculous,
At least, that's all you've shown
Tell me you love me
Say that I'm wrong
Go on and leave me
Then lead me on
All This you do
With joy in your mind
You're a love sadist
Eyes; so unkind
Leave me alone
I'll pray to the heavens:
Please send me and angel,
to stop my obsession
My aunt Belle, please,
I am not sadist,
But in the interesting world
Of poetry-daily
They all have money and
Interesting joke,
I don't even eat, drink, read
And talk,
Please, pick up me, mainly!
Please, also as the real door
But now and maybe at the book store
Again not hard but knock me,
And always after drug of rain
The sun of good weather
Will shine again and again!
Please, now connect me
With you and me,
With poetry
And tree
Of 1, 2 and three
Free citizen Nokia family
Fanly...
Only up!
Moving up
In the sky with 'svoboda'
Freedom
Let imagine that our 'priroda'
Nature
Will live in peace, love and harmony
'Navsegda'
Forever!
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