The embodiment of evil
Courses though your veins,
Slithering its way
To your very core
You can touch it now,
It’s a part of you.
That second piece,
You can’t unglue.
The fighting incessant
Within your head.
All control is lost,
As he forces your hand.
The ice-cold metal,
The tang in the air,
The smooth red heat,
And the blank, open stare.
The feeling of floating,
Your sight is blurring,
Muscles start twitching,
The silence is eerie.
But alas,
A blaring siren
Is the last to be heard.
