I remember the time

my life shot to hell

they pulled my lead

with a heavy chain


My blood boils still

prisoner in no cage

all these scars I keep

inside my dark mind


Childhood of torment

soul full of lost tears

heart full of old rage

that's what is left of me


When cold eyes of death

stare burning into mine

I'll have nothing to fear

leaving nothing behind


There will be a moment

when your blind eyes see

justice I will serve cold

clean with a blunt sweep


You'll know my revenge

as you take a last breath

feel death pull your chain

knowing what it feels like


The temptation so sweet

to watch flames burning

knowing you're so snug

underneath those timbers

By: Melissa McMahan

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