Surround By Disgust

I don't care about the pain I have caused you

In my mind I am right for what I have done

Your thoughts bring you back to the suffering and the fear

Tearing your flesh was sweet to behold

You are so weak, pathetic, fragile

I wanted so much more misery

But you would not allow

You gave up too quickly

This wasn't precious for you

There was no fight in you

I gave you the chances to see if you'd take them

But feeble you lay crying instead

Worthless and a waste of my time

I am the artist, you are my tattered canvas

Not worth the paint that has spilled

I did enjoy your screams however

The others before you fought back

You could stand to learn from them

You will see them soon

Wherever they are, or have been

I think of them often

I will not waste thoughts on you

If s going away

Do you even realize

I have given you

The freedom you don't deserve