I've always wondered if I am a sadist
Or a masochist. Now I've come to the conclusion
That I must be a sadist.
I can tell what I'm saying is hurting you,
Lots of little slices like broken glass in your skin,
As I see you wince from the words that slur from my breath.
I keep my tongue sharpened and packed with venom,
Ready to inject anyone who does me wrong.
I want the toxic words to work their evil magic,
Slow but surely consuming you, eating you alive.
So why is it that I keep letting you poison me?