You can torture me
Or eviscerate me
Mock and taunt me
And just hate me
You can poison me
And hurt me within
Elude and lie to me
Make me count sins
You can chain me
Shackle my limbs
Lock me in a cage
And enslave me in
You can deceive me
Mess with my emotion
Make me hope such
Foolish fake notions
You can laugh at me
Call me stupid, naïve
Snarl and yell at me
All insults I'll receive
You can steal my sanity
Or gouge my eyes out
Make me batshit crazy
Tear my skin to bits about
You can make me bleed
And fracture all my bones
Shoot me and stab me
Use every stick and stone
You can break my soul
And shatter my shell
You can damn my life
Or drag me down to hell
You can beat and even kill me
Do what you must, I will suffer
I'll stand, but for the love of God
Don't you dare touch my brother.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
