You would have me scared, and crawling
In the fear of the shadow of you
Cowering before your sins
And ready to jump into the sea at your behest.

But I have demons of my own,
That show me the souls of people like you
Who would sooner have me shrink into nothing
Than speak a word like daggers into their hearts
(Or lack thereof).

You, I will leave you to your own nightmares.
The ghosts of your violent fantasies
Will be met sevenfold
By the spirits that guard my life.

May your blood congeal within your veins,
May the air in your lungs turn to fire water,
Would that your brain rot to sawdust,
And your skin become your iron maiden.

I would have you scared, and crawling
In the fear of the shadow of me
Cowering before my sins
And ready to jump into the sea at my behest.