Grips of evil.

 Shivering , cold and tormented.
All alone in this world .
Love has left me and has disappeared .
Shoot me down with your words soaked in blood .
Slam my body into the hard dirty walls.
Knocking me in and out of consciousness .
Nothing you do would make me sink further into the deepest pits of fear .
My body is immuned to all the pain and heart break you have put me through.


I'll never be afraid.
Kick me with those shoes covered in dirt and moss .
Reflecting the replica of your heart.
Squeezing my neck as I gasped for air .
Whispering evil words into my ear .
Mouth smelling like old aged liquor and cigarettes.
The world seems to suck me in like a black hole making an escape from your devilish grips.
As I am suctioned into the whirlwind of trauma and pain.
My mind makes way to childhood memories.
Remembering the sweet smell of apples and caramel makes me withstand the pressure of your painful blows.
And with every abusive act i have now become stronger.



Breaking my body but my mind is completely whole.
See your weakness was not hidden from my soul .
Pretending to be strong and unstoppable .
Yet you were as weak as a dove with a broken wing .
Petrified of flying  into the sky.
I look into your eyes and fear has taken over your spirit.
Taking advantage of my kindness .
Living off of my weakness pretending to be strong.
Your heart is crusty and callous .
Longing to be saved.





See I was the strong one .
Chew me up spit me out I'm forever victorious.
Bind my hands and feet with thorns .
Shackles clasp tightly around my ankles.
Torn ligaments and legs pierced with swords.
Would never deliver my soul to six headed beast with sharp horns .
Fighting for my life until I have breathed my last breath .
Such strength can not be fathomed .
Even if the stars refuse to shine.
The rain ceases to fall.
Or the deep blue ocean has become dried up like the withered dessert.
My strength would live on and on.
You have destroyed all beauty from your heart .
Preying upon the weak and their innocence.
But soon you'll be no more .
I've seen many evil men cut down and are nought.
Stricken with evils unimaginable.
They are perished and have returned to dust.



Hurt my heart .
But my strength would always be apart of my destiny.
Cut me deeply till I bleed crimson blood.
Drag my flesh till my bones are no more.
My soul will live on .
The  earth would remember my existence and the deep roots of my strength would grow to the deep depths of the earth .
Even around it's inhabitants .
Bearing my name in the chimes of the wind and carved in stone.
And in the hearts of the innocent that were plagued by the evil beast .
Now laid to rest and at peace.