ode to abuse

I want to tear out your soul and eat your hope.

I want to mix you up with shit, tear you apart, beat you to the ground, stomp on your face,

Make you feel like nothing.

I have a thrill of watching you writhe in pain, grasping for air, for your last breath.

I am in ecstasy to see you squirm.

I have the power.

I have control.

I am a god over you.

I control you.

I am the only one who gives you mercy.

It is I who allows you to live or die.

Me.

Just me.

I enhance my power by making you weak, by making you cry, by making you scream.

I want to come from the fear I see in your eyes.
It gives me so much pleasure to see you suffer.
I want to choke you with my bare hands to see you grasping for air, crying, choking, spitting, looking disgusting and pitiful.

I only control you.

Only me.


I love you
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