Entry 97: In My Sanctuary Of Torment & Pain

The taste of your flesh is my existence

The taste of your bones, makes me feel at home

Tearing into your organs really gets me going

The sound of your cries is like a symphony of bliss inside my mind

Your last words give me a rush

The taste of your blood is an instant turn on

All these things make me happy inside

One might say it all makes me feel complete

Though only one thing really drives this orgasmic wonder home

It is your soul, knowing it will scream eternally

As I turn the dial of pain up to 11

Creating my own perfect heaven

Meanwhile you scream in your own personal hell!

No one will save you, no one will care

Such is what happens once you become part of the fun

In my Sanctuary Of Torment And Pain!

Love,

Your Eternal Suffering

-In My Sanctuary Of Torment & Pain-

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10 thoughts on “Entry 97: In My Sanctuary Of Torment & Pain

  1. “As I turn the dial of pain up to 11”, great line. I really enjoyed how you played with the idea of Heaven and Hell, wonderful. There are two sides to very coin. πŸ˜‰ Wishing you a wonderful and creative Wednesday. ~ Mia

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