Ah, What FunA Poem by Anthony
As the blood flows freely,
From the dull blade mark. The spines will hold thee still, As the hooks pull at thy soul. The wonders of torture, Are not new to me. Physical, Mental, Verbal... It's all the same. The fun lies in the reactions, Of the prey at hand. As the life wanes, It reduces my banes, Of the pair I cause, Or the death imminent. I heal your body just enough, To keep the fun, And not a bluff. These games are fun, And keep me amused, As I leave you lying there, Tattered and bruised. A quick and painless death, Is not in the plans, Though you may be lucky, And I'll let you play a hand, In choosing your path, Of torture and games. Physically pained, Mentally tortured, Verbally abused... Ah, what fun. © 2010 AnthonyAuthor's Note
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