Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 41
The Sadist

Agony is a gift
To be cherished
Feel it slowly sink
Deep into your skin

Pain is a snowflake
Each and every time
It's just a little different
A new Christmas present

This love you've given me
It's the biggest present
Under my Christmas tree
Because, you understand

It aches in every fiber
Cuts into my heart
Carving, engraving
Our unfaithful parts

Wedding vows, to you
They're just another
Pointless tradition
But I wish you could see

That I could make this better
I could make you happy
But, it seems that you prefer
The sadist side of me


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