SADIST

In your essence, you exhausted
all pleasure.
You were drowned
in luxury.
Your already sated
flesh did not find
the nourishment
that made it tremble.

And so you searched ... voracious
and crazed,
a source of brazen
delicacies, that,
served with
new sensations,
satisfies your excess
appetite.

Obsessed with your zeal
you living
when the desire turned
cruel,
and trapping a candid
innocence;
you took great pleasure,

excited to be the one
to torture it.

Your body thrilled
satisfied.
Delirium exalted itself
in your blood
because, sick with passion,
you succeeded
in infusing with your savagery
the suffering.

That vile desire
had been badly deformed,
insatiable in its drive
it managed
to produce diabolical
torments
that with a savage fury
you assimilated.

If the man's injuries
are your temptation,
what is the monster
that you put inside yourself
that the pain you inflict
alleviates;
you're not a part of the species
of human being
because what you are
is synonymous with beast.