Abuse, Threat, Terror
A finality governed by a cruelty
Best swept under the rug
Useless to try to escape me
Silenced you are by my fist
Everybody hides behind their bruises.
To run is to invite more pain
Hostility part of my game
Remember you liked it this way
Ever challenging me was your doom
Atrocious a stranger might call me
Though this is the love you deserve
Trepidation is what I hope for
Exactly what I expect
Ruthlessness part of the high
Revolt will invite more pain
Otherwise the game might be over
Ruining my perfect score.
© Copyright 2002 Amawitch-granny witch
