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Reece 6d
Like yin and yang,
Opposites attract,
The sadist and the *******,
Could attest to that.
Though their relationship was uncertain,
There was one fact,
He’d never raise a hand to her,
No, he’d never hit her back.

She let out all of her pain,
As she relished in his.
She hoped that he would fight back,
That was her one wish.

He cried out in pain,
As he took each of her kicks,
Feeling pleasure,
Though he was embarrassed to admit it.

The ******* had convinced his mind,
That he needed someone inside his life,
To break away his fleeting pride,
To break him down to where he wanted to die.
He never tried to run.
Why would he?
Who would be there to let his wife,
Blow off steam?
He took all of her blows,
Wiped the blood from his broken nose,
And deep down he knows,
He should get away, but he won’t.

She feels triumphant,
Her heart felt filled,
Laughing at the misery,
She never felt any guilt.
He hides his bruises,
Panting with relief,
As he covers his contusions,
Cursing the reprieve.

The sadist convinced her mind
That she just needed someone to hurt in her life,
Someone to satisfy,
Her parasitic urges before they killed her inside.
She never pushed him away.
Why would she?
Where would she let out her pain?
Who would bring her glee by hurting?
She punched and she beat,
Trying to blow off steam,
An attempt to retreat,
From the loss surrounding her feet.

One day, the sadist hit the *******,
After having beaten him around.
There was no scream, there was no cry,
Just a thump as he crashed onto the ground.
The sadist dropped the hammer,
And hid her mouth behind her hands,
Thinking she killed the love of her life.
The previous pleasure,
Faded to more pain,
As she cried and sobbed,
His blood left a nasty stain.

She called the police,
And turned herself in,
They took him away in an ambulance,
As she was in cuffs.
She felt no peace,
Her heart now broken,
Their fractured romance,
Was never enough.

But the ******* wasn’t dead,
And awoke months later in a hospital bed.
Paralyzed down from his neck,
He wouldn’t feel much of anything again.
While the sadist spent the rest of her days,
Locked in a cell, boiling with her pain.
She promised that if she ever got to see the light of day,
She’d go to the ******* and say,
How sorry she was, and she’d try to change.

Yin and yang,
Forever broken apart,
Though opposites may attract,
They can also shatter and leave scars.
The relationship,
Long gone,
But does anybody,
Win in the end?
No,
Nobody does.
A darker poem.
Snow red fox Sep 2024
I sit in the pit I call a room, begging death to open the door—
But the door stays closed.


I paint my nails with the red liquid that drips from my eyes,
A chill crawls down my spine, while ashes burn away my last dose.

The voices scream through the walls,
Like nails scratching holes in the silence.
I wander the streets with tinted eyes,
Hearing only one thing—Jump.

Jump, jump, jump—on a jumpingrope through hell,
The devils laugh.

Satan smokes a joint in the corner of my mind,

Watching me like I have already lost it.

Am I in the wrong when everyone else wears the same red liquid?


I’m a ******* for the pain I give myself,
Should I break my skull against Satan’s joint,
Just to bleed and paint my nails again?
Red suits the nails of the masochists best
Psychosa Feb 2024
To want you is to drown in a self-sought misery.
Yet I take refuge in the halls of your torture chamber.
Gladly would I drown in my own blood if it meant you would never know what it meant to feel thirst.

Do you delight in my suffering?
The more I give, the tighter you tie
your red-laced noose upon my parched neck.

Take me to your Judas' cradle;
dismember me to the heart's fable.
I writhe in pain, with a chelsea grin upon my face,
for through my tears, I am blessed with your sinister grace.

I wait beneath the guillotine,
in hopes that in another life you will find me.
jǫrð May 2023
I think you want
To be hurt by me
As most often do
The History: Masochists disguised as normal people with personality disorders
Kayla Burke Oct 2022
You always told me
"you look so pretty when you cry, my love..."

I used to be flattered, batting my wet eyelashes, my glazed-over eyes, fully captivated by the sight of...you.

but now I realize
you're just a sadist
& I'm just a *******...
the lamb to your slaughter.
the wolf in disguise.
CIN Apr 2022
Is this wrong
Every part of me yearns to be broken
I want bones fractured
My muscles torn
I’d like to suffer from a stab wound
Or to be poisoned
Something sick is growing inside me
A flower of masochism
What is this addiction of mine
Why do i long to fall down the stairs
To smoke cigarettes for the damage in my lungs
I’ll break a finger
Cut my hand on a knife
Trip over my own feet in gym
And fall off some sort of ledge
I don't die
I never do
Like the time i overdosed
I just threw up blue
And moved on two days later
In my dreams i am broken
How i wish it true
I think something is wrong with me. But i guess i've known all along.
WickedHope Oct 2021
Your kiss leaves an acid ring that devours my skin
This isn't what I had in mind when you asked me to sin

Your taste is like cold ash sitting on my tongue
You said swallowing fire was supposed to be fun

You tore me apart and never quite pieced me back together
Now I'm hooked on your burn and I'll need it forever

Running your fingers down my arms I lean into your touch
But you always back away and laugh claiming I want too much

I'm addicted to the way your hands mar my flesh
I'm chasing your love like I'm chasing my death

If I could leave you I would but I'm masochistic
If I escaped your torture I know that I'd miss it
George never let's go of me and I don't even know what I want anymore.
Please walk away so I don't have to.
WickedHope Sep 2021
Let the flames lick over my skin
Until my eyes roll back in my head
Cause you know I like the pain
Tip my head back as the demons crawl out
And their ink mingles in with the burns
The cartography on this canvas
Is littered with ashes and holes
Caught in wildfires and never spared or unscathed
Unleash the heat and I'll be engulfed in your rage
I like the way you hit me
Each scorching breath you take hitting my face
Choking on the smoke I caress the blaze
Razor sharp yet soothing to sink into
Drown me in this inferno
Cause you know I like the pain
Burning flesh never smelled as sweet as you and me.
zz Sep 2021
Why did I allow you
to crush me over
and over again

When will I
learn to stand
for myself
finally?
Ten Mercado Aug 2021
i let the guns shot me
and the bullets go
through my skin

if this is how it’s gonna be
whenever i see you
i’ll let them **** me someday.
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