When you scream, I love it.
When you cry, I love it.
Because it's me that's the reason you do it
Your agony, I love it.
Your pain, I love it.
It's music to my ears.
First I break you mentally, then physically.
Your pain is my happiness.
It's music to my ears.
The way you agonize, your face wrenching.
You got what you deserved, your organs squelching.
My sun-fire-tinted cheeks enlarge as I grin at your suffering.
The amount of anger and bliss that I exude when you're like this, overwhelms me with ecstasy.
1st Stanza Author: Anne Hitchory
2nd Stanza Author: Miss Frazier
