torment me
I dare you
keep me in the little box
away from harm
that I may cause you
claustrophobic confines
and shackles on my feet
my own escape
away from your sick reality
torment me
go on
your pathetic little mind games
running circles round my soul
cutting always cutting
sharpen the edge
slice away some more
revealing what you didn’t need to see
didn’t want to
yet you wanted me
torment me
punish me
for what you cannot have
abuse me
for which you ache
crucify me
for what I’ll never feel
hate me
for the uncertainty I bring
you want me
you don’t know me
you never will
I am the tormentor
tormented
aggressor
I feed on you
you live for me
puppet-master
I am what you run from
riddled with self doubt
this endless cycle
a swirling maelstrom
of thoughts and fears
empty words
I cannot stay
By NightWolf
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