I watched you beat me, as if I was nothing but dirt under your feet. I heard you tell truths only my demons knew, and spread lies only you would ever think of, was I not the darkness you wanted to destroy I knew your hate was deep enough to kill me like a blade, but when I refused to die, I knew you how it hurt your pride. I cried a river but it didn't go to the sea. I bleed until I didn't need blood to survive. I grew cold with a warm mind. I know now, I have to fight unless I want to die. I'll take your taunts and throw them back at you.I'll take your weapons and remove what decided to get in my way, and when I finally see you. I'll put an end to the terrors you live. Hurt me, I'll cry. Hurt me, I'll bleed. Hurt me, I'll forget. But I'll kill you, I'll use my hands. I'll turn my pain into rage and I won't be merciful. I'll burn you, with your own hate. I'll eat your ashes. I'll lick my lips but gag with disgust, I'll use your bones as weapons. Good thing you gave me more then I ever needed. Now I'll use you as my weapon, and your hate to watch those bleed. Call me a monster, but I was created. What's more sad? Being created for evil or killing the creator to fuel the evil inside?