He kept me firmly in his clutches, clawing,
He whispered torments as he watched me crawling,
I used to bleed in the name of Darkness.
I hate his touch, his words, his name,
He tried to kill the ones who came, to help.
He stabbed and sliced, I screamed a cry,
And he laughed when you settled by my side.
At first I could not see your name,
Then I knew, like night and day,
To love you.
And to this day, to myself, I say "I love you."
And the knives that cut and kill my soul,
They turn around and take their toll, on him.
Between his lies and black deceit, I found a narrow path,
The one I follow to this day to mock his shallow wrath.