You
go around
seeking out the weakest
the one you can manipulate
you sink into their skin
you’re an infection
spreading
slowly taking over
their mind
at first
pushing nasty thoughts into their
head
ugly
fat
worthless
should just die
it breaks a part of them
a part that they won't get back
innocence
it leaves their eyes
and you know you have gotten to them
you watch them cry
themselves to
sleep
soak in their pain
feeding off
of it
but it’s not
enough
you need
more
It gives you pleasure
when they try to push you
away
but they’re too weak
and so with a smirk on your twisted
face
you watch them
stick their finger up their
throat
and
emptying their
dinner
into a porcelain bucket
you love how much you have broken
them
watching them kneel in front of
you
begging for your release
but you're not
finished
no
the fun has only just
started
you wait for the perfect
moment
when they’re most
vulnerable
standing in front of the mirror
seeing the fat
that does not exist
it pleases you to see them thin
and physically weak
their skin sticking to their
bones
this is the perfect moment
you pour evil thoughts into their
head
the metal blade sitting on the
nightstand
you tell them to pick it up
you say its better that way
you say it will make it better
that no one loves them
and that this is the only way
to feel again
they hesitate
but in the end
they fall into your trap
the blade runs over
skin
over
and
over
red bubbles out of their
arm
like a fountain
drenching them in
hot
thick
blood
and you have never
thrived more
never felt this
good
you begin to get hungrier
you’re pushing to
hard
but you can't stop
you're too intoxicated by their
pain
and you realize you have driven them too
far
and as you push
them over the edge
they smile
because they know
they know that they have
won
the game is over
and you have
lost
you can not live
without them
you watch as the child
dies on the bathroom floor
the tiles stained red
just staring at the smile
plastered on the
thin
stretched
skin