Pain, My Feast Read Count : 14

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Can you smell it? 

The scent is more fresh than any rose. 

The freshest scent I know.

Can taste it? 

It's sweeter than any sugar and more tender than any meat. 

The best taste I know. 

Can you feel it? 

It's more addicting than drugs and more exhilarating than adrenaline. 

It's the one rush I sought after.

Can you see it? 

The sight is one to behold. 

The greatest sight to all mankind. 

Can you hear it? 

The screams, the agony, the PAIN

The sounds of pain and negativity. 

I feed off of such a thing and wouldn't want it any other way. Do not confuse me for one of those gossip snakes or attention pigs. No I hate the attention but the after affect of people just being negative is what I enjoy. Negativity is my calling card. Doubt, my weapon of choice. I am unavoidable. I shall always be near. I, GJ, am an undead being that feeds on the negativity of others and know that I'm bound by no chains other than those man have put me in. Neither god or devil can bind but know I do have a master. My master is of flesh and blood and serves no other. None the less I SHALL come for your negativity and feed off of you till the end of days. 

Comments

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    Apr 24, 2019

  • Apr 24, 2019

  • Going wayward. Control yourself before it's too late.

    Apr 25, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    If you truly are pain it can be controlled and illuminated as it has by many I m speaking to your poetry not to you personally

    Apr 27, 2019

  • May 01, 2019

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