• Broken little shards of glass
    Digging into flash and bone
    Sending sparks of pain

    Blood trails down my crumpled back
    Seeping away my strength
    Dying my clothes a crimson red

    Are you happy to see me so?
    To know your knife hit home
    Slowing killing me

    You and your friends mock me
    Sneering and laughing cruelly
    Teasing me for my faults

    But it is your treachery that hurts the most
    To know my friend sold my soul
    Without a care in mind

    Hearing your lies whip around me
    Whispering behind my back
    Giving away my Achilles’ Heel

    You stitched your Mark upon me
    Tattooing my very heart
    Turning my fate from Heaven to Hell

    I know of your demon ways
    They are not mine
    And I will never give in

    For though you have broken my body
    My soul is still strong and ready to fight
    Fight to the death

    Look in my eyes
    What do you see?
    I will not let fate decide