Suffering High

Do I find the beauty in someone's pain,
their suffering is mine, and mine to obtain.
I like to hear their screams outloud,
oh my oh my, oh wow, oh wow.
I feel so good when they are hurt,
I am not lessen by my worth.
I cannot achieve anything,
but that does not state if i am mean.

Drissle of blood, a pinch of screams,
Maybe hugs if sing.
But in this cauldron I am making for you.
is the pasts of all my moods.

So do I laugh at your pain?
Not at all, I'm only sane.