One of my shorter poems. It's again from Eli's point of view; He's questioning his sanity
My sanity is being questioned.
By myself.
By my friends.
Possibily my family.
I have a darkness inside of me
that not even I understand.
I lust
I crave
I desire
I lust to hurt
Crave for more
and desire for pain.
I'm not a masochist
I'm a sadist
I sadist to his pain
a sadist to your pain
a sadist for pain itself.