Thriving in Darkness
“I know I am a weird person,
Finding joy in tears that others shed.
When I see them struggle, a twisted thrill arises,
A quiet pleasure in the torment I inflict.
The sight of a wound, raw and bleeding,
Fascinates me, holds my gaze with morbid glee.
Their cries of pain, their weeping in despair,
Brings a smile to my lips, a laugh that echoes in the dark.
I am drawn to the shadows of suffering,
To the hidden depths where sorrow festers.
Yet, in this darkness, I find my light,
A strange comfort in the agony of others.
But I wonder, do I truly understand,
This part of me that revels in their pain?
Is it a reflection of something lost within?
Or just a twisted joy, a part of who I am?”