I told you once,
I told you twice,
Run little bitch,
Run to the farmers wife,
I'll kill you both and
eat your soul because
that's what bitches deserve.
Tell me why you didn't beg for help.
Why didn't you plead to die
or ask "Why are you doing this
what did I ever do to you."
You stood there hanging from
your chains, let no tears fall
and did nothing as I tortured you,
when the blade dug deeper your
breathing didn't even change.
You swallowed those nails
without complaining even when
they ripped your throat you
didn't shed a tear.
The day went on and
yet nothing changed.
You stood there hanging
from the chains emotionless
and showing no sign's of pain.
You spoke all, but once
and only to ask "How
did you kill the farmers
wife," and I answered
with great detail and a
hint of triumph, but you
still didn't flinch when it
was all explained you hung
there cool and collected.
