Little Sadist
  Well, hello my little sadist,
Sharpening up your nails,
Peppering his underwear
And salting all the snails.
So hurting brings you comfort,
A scream's your lullaby
And it's sure you'd go to heaven
If on malice you could fly.
So you think the flowers mock you?
The sun's just there to burn?
Ignorance is friendly,
It's by cruelty that we learn.
But you're running out of victims,
Running out of torture,
You're weakened just to bitching
So it's time you had...a daughter.

An involuntary masochist
On whom to vent your blame
But who is who?
She's part of you,
It's boomeranging blame
And one day she will leave,
Once more you're all alone,
Bang another victim's head
Against that heart of stone.

Wishing for some comfort,
wishing for relief,
Thinking that it comes
From holding others on a leash.
Boiling up the souls of men
And turning warm thoughts cold,
Twisting those of plastic,
Around your twisted mould.

But you're gonna meet an iron maid
One who will bring you down
And you'll pretend that you're still winning
As she holds you under til you drown.
You'll see the past before you,
But none of it makes sense
As you gently give up yourself
To a stupefying trance.

So farewell my little sadist,
Listen for that tolling bell,
Send me back a postcard
While you're on your way to Hell.

BlueIris   BlueIris wrote
on 9/18/2008 11:24:00 AM
I loved the line "A scream's your lullaby". I couldn't help but enjoy it.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 9/17/2008 11:50:07 PM
Anya you nailed this one and then nailed it again with your close. For some reason, I thought of Damien in "The Omen" movies as I was reading this. Maybe the sadist will send a postcard telling what deepest, darkest corner of Hell he is in. Do him a favor and send him a drop of water!

Moqui_Takoda   Moqui_Takoda wrote
on 9/17/2008 1:08:32 PM
ohh, i forgot to tell you i never read the author notes or any other references about a poem, because a poem must stand on its own ... so my comments may be off in that respect, but your poetry stands alone quite well and that is just the way I love it

Moqui_Takoda   Moqui_Takoda wrote
on 9/17/2008 1:06:39 PM
this is excellent ... i love the iron maiden reference, and I love the last line with the elipses at the end of stanza one .... it made me laugh, but this is a darkly humorous piece in places and an angry throughout ... you continually do wonderful slant rhymes ... i adore that in your writing ... i could read your writing all day ... the slant rhyme adds a subtle musicality to a stanza, and a ringing aftertone to the alternating lines which have sound rhymes as you tend to write ... very highly effective ... you know, I consider you to be a highly skilled poet ... your poetry is also gaining some weight, good weight, muscular weight ... you are one of my favs for a reason ... your admiring, Moqui

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Written on a deserted railway platform in Gobowen, Shropshire in 2000 and turned into a song shortly afterwards.