tw: gore, sadism, dark topics, mentioned cannibalism, Para being Para

(this is my first time making a poem that isn't for school work so pls be nice!)

Flesh...

Food...

Pain...

Revenge...

Star...

Evil...

That bastard thought she could contain me.

Pathetic, really.

Thinking she can contain me,

of all entities.

Me?

It was fate that brought us here.

You torture others for your own entertainment and amusement.

Now look where that has gotten you.

You tried to fight.

And I'll admit, you fought well.

But no fight will ever be enough for an entity that cant feel pain.

No.

Not even your fight could ever be enough to take me down.

I can't die, remember?

Now you lay here, on the floor.

Your eye sockets bleeding out your sun hot blood,

Glowing painfully bright.

Your arms. Torn to shreds by many rows of teeth.

So many beautiful painful emotions you're feeling.

So many emotions I'll never be able to feel.

Pain.

Sadness.

Guilt.

Fear.

Each so delicious in so many different ways.

"Why" you sputter with your 'dying' breath, "Why must you torture me like this."

"You know why Sparta. Don't act like you don't." I respond, standing above your bleeding body.

Karma.

That's what all this is. Isn't it?

You torture others.

I torture you.

This lovely circle of pain and suffering that I am a part of,

But will never feel.

And as I watch you go limp,

your body already rapidly healing it's wounds,

I wonder how many times this will go on before you finally break.

After all

The more you suffer

The more you feed me.