beat me
with you fist.
torture me
with your words.
and in return ...
i give you nothing.
just the blank empty stare
of breathing death.
what ?
you look like you're about to burst
with anger
and rage.
i fight back the smile
that's trying to get out.
nope.
you get nothing.
because to me
you are nothing.
and for now,
the satisfaction
is all mine.
by martin
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