We are not dead yet(poetry): Plot twist and other magic tricks

31

I was metal before you met me
I am steel with eyes ready to
rip you piece by piece
banter you into filth
Frighten you enough to
Make you run for the hills

I was a monster
with a past so sleek
I was ready to devour
you and munched your fibers
And how I want
to inflict hurt to every part
Prolong your pain
with constant torture

I despise you
And if only sins
were proposed
by God,
then you had been
crawling back to where
you came from

With broken leg,
and a bruised cheek

So, I dare you challenge me
Challenge my wrath
And I'd see you try
If your strong enough to stand
against me

Truly yours, 

Reflection