Tearing Away

Do you enjoy this? Tearing away at my flesh, peeling back my skin? When you rip me open and examine my remains do you find what you're looking for? When you split my skull in two and rummage through the mess do you take my ability to feel? Do you take my happiness, joy, and humor with you, and leave only anger and sorrow behind? When you tear my heart out and search through it for an answer to your question, what do you find? Do you find in me the ones I love and systematically demonize them? When your done ripping me apart and tearing me of heart and soul am I the only one? The only soldier on your side that you turn the knife on? Or are there others? Unlikely since the others only smile never frown and since I'm the only one on the ground. Do you enjoy my pain? Do you enjoy the screaming and the struggle? What is it about this psychotic deed that gets you off?