Monster
He barely whispered “love me, love me”
That’s all he asked for:
“Love me, love me”
He battered his tiny fists against his fate
Wondered why he’d been chosen to receive pain...
Monster--
But how would I feel?
Fearing that age
When he’d then bear those scars
That night, his father
Heated the long knife
He started carving his son’s own skin
Crimson blood and Marik’s screams
Did not faze him
Did not stop till it was done, and Marik dreamed of death...
Monster--
But how would I feel?
With the mem’ries
Of a lost dead Pharaoh
Carved on
My own flesh?
Now, a new child
Born of Marik’s torment
Monster--
How does he feel?
Turn the tables
Murder father with knife
There’s no time
For remorse now
Bathe in angry pain
Those scars tattooed on his soul
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