Trapped

The Reaper creeps as the Evil sleeps in you,

Lying dormant like the Devils informant within you,

Careful not to awaken the shaken and battered,

If you do, your heart, ripped apart, shall remain shattered,

So step silent or the Violent will haunt,

The Demeaning Demon, screaming to taunt,

Shy away from the frayed robe beckoning,

It’s leading your bleeding heart, early reckoning,

Through the maze, the Damned Enslaved burn,

Your Place, this disgrace, you’re quick to learn.

Skin to melt, from the welt of whips

Undeniably flawed, this new God, you worship.