Volume 32
August 30th, 2005 by JarodyYou mean to destroy me
Driving me down and tearing at my flesh
Blow by blow you bring me to the point of death
only to loosen the grip you have on me long enough for me to recover
if ever so slightly
Your bloodlust for me is stifled only by your desire to see me suffer
Over and over I hear your taunts, ranting on my will to survive
You should have finished me while you had the chance
In your greed to see me wither
you didnt realize that in suffering I have found strentgh
The ashes in which I lay were not my deathbed
rather a womb of rebirth
See how my wounds are healing faster than you can create them?
Does this anger you?
The anger will be your own undoing
not mine
I will have no more of this
I will look on you while you beg for mercy and scream your sorrows
and I will turn my face from you