Sadist's Whisper

What is it but the sight upon the visual?
there shall a limit to my gains?
SHOULD there be a limit to my desires?
That will be something to guess at.

A burden that only I shall carry from point
That is the weight that it causes while being me 
A singing sword shall swing down and sweep through thee
Finding that part and that shall bring a grin across my features
Which grain was it that you tasted? From the base of my boot
A kick across the face and a knee to the upperback

Who has cast me the monster?
None have, simply that which shows itself
The shadow grows with each step that is taken
Casting a wider show across the ground
Gravel ground, stone castle floors, or hidden dungeon
Thy little shall suffer

For I am the Sadist's Whisper and they shall decide what to do with you.