Branded
I see you.
I can bore into your soul,
making you feel smaller than ever before.
I will be your terror!
Chaining you to your worst fear,
Me.
Can you hear the drums pounding loud and hard in your ears?
That’s the fear, making your blood pound faster and faster.
I laugh at your trust and your fear.
You think you can take me on?
Step up, you’re in for a ride.
Pain returned tenfold, its time you learned.
My anger is ruthless, I have no mercy.
Beg your useless god.
You are beyond his merciful help,
while I have you chained in my evil clutches.
I rule this warped reality,
now you will see who I really am.
Don’t try to side step me.
Scream and no one hears you, you’re pitiful.
Nothing will make me relent.
I have been pushed too far.
I will mark you while I have you chained,
my whip of hate will be lashed across your back.
Feel the sting?
I can see the blood coming to the surface of your skin,
with every lash.
This makes me smile,
to see your pain.
You will fall to your knees, begging for no more.
You will feel me scorch you with my white hot rage.
There is no forgiveness in my world.
I branded your flesh;
you belong to none other than me.
GypsyofEssence
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