He took something so precious That it stunned me into silence. Took a pretty princess And treated her with rabid violence. So tense in nature, So aggressive in being. The only way to win A game of torture is by fleeing. Running to the hills, Never looking back Sopping up soot on my foot Of this lost, infinite black. Whole body in half form, This has become the accepted norm. I’m hurting because of what He did to me- Just like the last. These girls from is past? He’s used us all. Run away while he stalls. Be sure not to fall And crumble in his grasp. This is not my final form. But evil man, You’ve finally seen the Last of me.