He lays in wait, sniffing around.
Hidden in the shadows, a blood thirsty hound.
Eluding the darkness is my forte.
Chasing me is the devil’s foreplay.
Each time i battle through his realm.
Injuries occur, with my brain at the helm.
When i darkened his doorstep, i was weak and broken.
Now i arise, wearing his token.
The marks left by his torture tools.
I wear boldy to prove, i broke the rules.
I danced with the devil, and i survived.
I shook hands with death, and I’m still alive.